My fickle baby, does he love me today? Where does he go when he drifts away?
he asked me what i was afraid of
I was afraid he already knew
those stones turned into mountains before us
shifting the ground beneath my feet
dark cracks split the rocks while we watched
and our bodies were a river that ran boldly between them
and he wants to know why i’m afraid
A bold whisper from below a red moon
I love you, I love you, I love you.