We Don't Fall (feat. Will Brown)

There's a widow in the nursery despite the lack of evidence He tries to find a reason when she speaks without pretense A prayer for every tear, and struggles to make rent Spider webs thread his hair a rats nest unkempt Pulls his sweat stained cap wipes brow keeps working The dirt he shovels now is wet with blood salt and flirting Not a single seed will sprout from this once fertile soil When the autumn comes there will be no harvest toil Oil smothered skin, bruise covered fruit Keep reminding him he was blinded by the truth He's bent to one knee, she decided to repent He whispered audibly, "everything makes sense" We don't fall, we never hit the ground We are flying, no reason to come down She sips resentment, chased with a glass of wine Stumbled through the park he finds a bench and reclines He would take his boots off, but he's certain they'd be stolen The winter hasn't hit but both his hands are frozen Frost held at bay by a potion in a bottle If you ask him where he's going says he's better off tomorrow She tries not to think of him, the memory makes her sore She forgives him for the shaming and his appetite for more War drums in her chest proclaim its more than evident The battles he was fighting were no longer relevant She fortified blockades, to mount a strong defense He was outside her walls screaming "everything makes sense" We don't fall, we never hit the ground We are flying, no reason to come down He asked about the blood, she would laugh and change the subject They will never be undone, stardust is their substance A motivating mantra digging nails into her walls Groping for a foothold, her scales start to crawl She feels his approach, in the hairs behind her neck Standing to attention, she perceives it as a threat Assuming his intentions, her contingency is ready She chokes up on her hammer thinking maybe it's too heavy A knife between his teeth, his climb is near the end He's come to cut the cord, they'd be better off as friends She sees the whites of his eyes, swings her version of events His grip is finally broken, "everything makes sense"