wave songs
it's clashing...somewhere, along the horizon...
i can't tell...i don't hear it
dischord, minor, major
right there...where the yellow meets the red, then bleeds orange
hands, brush hair back from eyes...hear me
i, i still don't hear it...
panic, averted eyes...calming
oh, it's gone now. must have been the colors in your hair...
hair brushed nervously...his eyes are burning
...oh...
fragility