no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone, no more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden, no more dreaming like a girl, so in love so in love, no more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
WEIRD. The lyrics to “Only if For a Night” reminds me so much of Tate and Violet:
It was all so strange,
And so surreal,
That a ghost should be so practical.
Only if for a night
And the only solution was to stand and fight,
And my body was bruised and
I was set alight,
But you came over me like some holy rite,
And although I was burning,
You’re the only light
Only if for a night.