Once spoken,
Words perfume the air
Like woodsmoke, like a breath of self that's no longer there.
Such confidence,
Such half-baked truth...
The sound of distant voices mocks the hubris of youth.
Words perfume the air
Like woodsmoke, like a breath of self that's no longer there.
Such confidence,
Such half-baked truth...
The sound of distant voices mocks the hubris of youth.