https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxhxfp1gMSc


There was a girl in a nutshell
She used to wear flowers in her hair
Ensnared in summer clouds
a disturbed transmission slowly simmered within,
eating the ground beneath her feet.
Innocent lover trapped in a child forever,
we all could be heroes but we chose to run.
We all could have saved you but we chose to hide.
Now your flowers lie on the floor, torn and dirty
though you’ve struggled hard to keep them.
There were two young lovers
she died in a star observatory
he was watching from afar.
How does it feel, now the wild hunt is over?