Molly Drag Tanner Buildings
In reverie, we made our mistakes
Got thrown into the ground
Your highness raised the stakes
On station air
We've grown into the name
How faded could you be?
I made it a memory
The room was bare
Faces still remain
Diminished by their age
Depiction in lonely frames
The family speaks
Depleted by poverty
Cremated the fantasy
Translucent, but you could see
