Run darlings run, because the ticker’s ticking three, two, one
And every day is shorter than the lastSticks and stones our precious bones downstream, over rocks to sea
Gather these moments
You don’t need a field guide to identify what’s blowing through the trees
Not one leaf falls, they’re all pushed
By leaves-to-be

And way down in the basement of my adolescent soul
Behind the bottom drawer of my blistered chipboard
There is ember that could burn straight through, to the truth about me and you
But let the record show
I never told a soul
I never told a soul
Secret stone
Secret stone
Secret stone