These Immortal Souls Black Milk
Dream me on down
Dream me on in
To a dark gravity
This is no story
To be spun or told
It's just a sign
To a girl shaped hole
One eye is Saturn, one is Mars
A halo storms around her head
A voice so soft it smashes stars
(The pieces rain upon my bed)
I see, I feel, I hear a crown
Of hair so dark it swallows suns
And still I feel as if I've swallowed silk
Or fallen in black milk
This is the sound
That you know
When the lightening
Rod blows
Dream me on down
Dream me on in
To the shimmer and spin
Plot me a course
By Pluto and Mars
To a vanishing point
Between her and the stars
Between her and the stars
