incantation
it stings it burns the lip
it heaves to the cusp
when tomorrow brings you down
you get up go; you must
i don’t believe that anything’s impossible
there’s a body in the grass
its name is on your lips
there’s a halo on the moon
your memory resists
i don’t believe that anything’s impossible
the streets are wet with mud
we shuffle in the dark
where dogs and demons go
at least we played a part
i don’t believe that anything’s impossible
i don’t believe that anything’s impossible