There is a kind and immediate hushing
There is a setting enveloped in cold
Withered down to our basic components
We are naked, at rest, and alone

And the drone of the open air yawning
Couldn't help me feel any less small
In these days we will wear the same blanket
In these days we feel nothing at all

When the floor was all littered with pictures
Like the flora was drenched in the thaw
I was grasping to stay in the present
But your negatives flipped what I saw

A little bird from the side of sidewalk
Sings me hymnals of comfort in pain
Said give me you all disarmed and uncertain
And I promise that I'll do the same
And it sounded like something you'd say

If we spin without compass in circles
Will we fall in the same exact place?
When this began this was a thing that we could both share
A bit of shade the goodness fades and we begin there