We Carry White Mice

When lacy wears decompose,
I do not know, where do they go?
Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air.

Oh, the edges crisp and frayed,
Tiny pin eyes, sink in a shell,
Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air.

And then we carry white mice to the prairie to see.

When lacy wings decompose,
I do not know, where do they go?
Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air.

And then we carry white mice to the prairie to see
Them ascend & remember….remember
What is white.

All the edges crisp & frayed,
Tiny pin eyes, sink in a shell,
Oh, it is a subtle thing, melting right into the air.

And then we carry white mice to the prairie to see
Them ascend & remember….remember
What is white, what is white……..