When heaven crashes,
The master of dreams will be waiting,
Pouring confetti:
Shattered shards of the hour glass.
(we keep our secrets in glass jars
they sit on the windowsill and watch stories float past.)
When heaven crashes,
We will swim one thousand oceans,
(oceans of fear)
And two radiant dancers will move
Out of time with the ruined windsong,
Pouring confetti:
Shattered shards of secret glass jars.
