Caroline Lavelle Farther Than The Sun
strung in the wind I called you
but you did not hear
you're a plant that needs poor soil
and I have treated you too well to give up flowers
oh, I have been too rich for you
farther than the sun from me, farther than I'd have you
be
and I go north, I get so cold
my heart is lava under stone
you are not worthy, you are not worthy
with your calculating eyes spinning figures
you cannot see me
and if I tell myself enough I'll believe it
you are not worthy
the sea it freezes over to trap the light
and I'm in love with being in love
and you were never quite the one
in gerda's eyes, fragments of what you've become
and all the moths that fly at night
believe electric light is bright
you are not worthy, you are not worthy
with your calculating eyes spinning figures
you cannot see me
and if I tell myself enough I'll believe it
