Comets Call

When comets call, I feel all the daggers drawn Pushing me against the wall, when comets call You were the silver sun, I was a little seed Drowning like a bug in your sunscreen I traded all my sticks, circling the earth in our wooden ships for a few terms We're falling into streams, the four posts of the shrine showered in debris, and I knew you were mine like all the pyramids, just patterns on your skirt the worst kind of itch after a sunburn after a sunburst When comets fall, I feel all the daggers drawn Pushing me against the wall, when comets fall