"I'll keep you safe, my best best friend
just close your eyes and rest your head.
All is normal, all is well
wrapped-up in the midnight spell
Shh, don't make a sound..."
And she let her hands run through her hair, and layed her to the ground.
A hundred-million seconds, shrink-wrapped into one.
A thousand hours lost to the clock, hoping only for the sun.
But the sun doesn't rise in the north, my dear, and only the moon can see
the peridot lines you struggle to hide
and the tears refused to weep.