These teacups two

The sun sets in these teacups two

There‘s one for me and one for you

And if you tried and if you knew

You‘d taste the sky and feel the blue

We sat for days 

And counted stars

planets, stories, people, scars

We never thought we‘d come to see

Our present, past and misery

seagulls came to pick my flesh

I wish them well, they wish me death

They found me in this measly state

Dreams of which foretold my fate

And when the beach is basked in gloom

The tides are low

The thunder soon

I call upon your majesty

To lock me up or set her free