She was carefully designing atmospheres
Little endings to little stories, small awakenings to smaller dreams
The light shot short desecration of the way she seems
And she was wild and dusty as the western sky
The only queen who’d ever seen the naphthalene I glorify

Apocalypses come and go
Worlds end every day, you know

It’s okay
I was prepared
I brought a white tin can full of gasoline
To take me places I had been imagining
With everything
Calmly, calmly washing the dirt away
And she was wild and worried in the eastern sky
The only queen to stand between my naphthalene and I

Apocalypses come and go
Worlds end every day you know

The hand of God returns to you