3 A.M. Songtext
von Consonant

A blue heron in the Weed choked
Bit of bAy
Took wing
SuddEnly, both of us
Glossy as tRout, damp and spent

The Luxury of our sense;
Dazzed, dIssolute, and so
GratefuL that hot
Yellow day on lake vermilion


Water Lily = purity of heart

Our Pact: no shame & skin to
Skin just as oftEn as
POssible, deep grass
BehiNd the empty house, lake superior′s
Blues & greY across the cracked road

Peony = Shame


I'm all alone now in this room that smells of crime scenes
Too ridiculous to care. It′s 3 a.m.
All the things that we've forgotten scream for help in our
Dreams, I read that somewhere once and now it's true.