Jennifer Juniper lives upon the hill. Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still. Is she sleeping? I don't think so. Is she breathing? Yes, very low. Whatcha doing, Jennifer, my love? Jennifer Juniper
Wrapped myself up in all the tattered pages. A forlorn fable. Faded lines, my message in a bottle is shattering now. And sinking down. I'm growing to know time as it goes. Everything's changing. Break
