I’ll hit that smile with my mouth
I’ll hunt you down
Drag you across
The fields where you came of age
The batter and the plate

In the palm of summer nights
We lay on blades
Burning holes in other lives
Down to the frozen ground

Vollmond feathers
Shiny, with child and a ring

Dress it up to try it on
What would be changed if snow never came

Vollmond feathers
Shiny, with child and a ring

Dress it up to try it on
What would be changed if snow never came
What would be changed if we never changed