Sea of Teeth

Can you feel the wind

Of Venus on your skin?

Can you taste the crush

Of a sunset's dying blush?

Stars will always hang

In summer's bleeding fangs

Can you feel the rings

Of Saturn on your finger?

Can you taste the ghosts

Who shed their creaking hosts?

But seas forever boil

Trees will turn to soil

Stars will always hang

In summer's bleeding fangs

Seas forever boil

Trees will turn to soil