IN COVERSATION: Thom and Jade of Kulk
They will know. Count your days.
They will know. Count your days.
You will never see Angels like you want.
Familiar warmth finds you.
Repeating your name for all of my life.
Some quiet dream comes to bleed.
Anxieties on top of anxieties.
‘Cause we all act like animals.
In the trembling hand of tomorrow.
Unsteady hand wielding a final arrow.