Moulting Fly

Night goes running from my arms
Leaving the beakers on the lawn
It’s timed so badly with my frown
So leave as you
Leave as you were gone

Leave the sun more in love
Moult and fly, moult and fly
Leave a scent, just a scent
Moult and fly, moulting mind

Did any guard notice
The one that cut your rose
It’s a warmer woman I need
It’s what I wanted from you