‘Our Dying Constellation’
Filmed and edited by Hit the Streets.
The grey skies open up and you lift me through.
Drifting into being the sky pours emotion.
I don’t want to admit for shelter to warm up my days.
I don’t want to be forgotten when i go to sleep.
I don’t want to be lost in dreaming if only for my own.
Feathers dipped in red lay in sand and stone.
Falling from our dead trees marking golden thrones.
I don’t want to be forgotten when I go to sleep.
I don’t want to be lost in dreaming if only for my own.
