The Smell Of Detritus — Gel Nails Lyrics

Swish, whoosh, i found you,
The new green of new growth,
My lady's freshly potted plants, my lady's oath,
I am looking to pass through a spirit creature,
An angel this time,
The spring melt reveals rich moss and lichens,
The smell of detritus,
I am looking to pass through a spirit creature,
An angel this time,
Wake me when the summer is over,
And when the winter can no longer bite us,
I am looking to pass through a spirit creature,
An angel this time.