ultramarine

Seventeen candles melting under your skin Eighteen years ago, I crossed a bridge And now I get to call you a friend If hyenas roared like tigers and lions instead Gold-red streaks run up the top of your head The sun don't do you justice, no, not yet You tell me not to give you everything blessed In the blue light; a full moon night Seventeen candles burning onto my skin Sixteen feet away, you cross a bridge And now I'm left here without a friend Til the ravens fly in circles above me instead