Between the Wasteland and Sky

The clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly
animalstalkinginallcaps:

COME BACK HERE. WHY YOU BREAK MY HEART INTO PIECES?
WHERE YOU GO? OUT WITH BOY?
WHAT YOU DO? WHEN YOU COME HOME?
… GO THEN. PUT SALT INTO THE FIELDS OF MY LOVE FOR YOU.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

COME BACK HERE. WHY YOU BREAK MY HEART INTO PIECES?

WHERE YOU GO? OUT WITH BOY?

WHAT YOU DO? WHEN YOU COME HOME?

… GO THEN. PUT SALT INTO THE FIELDS OF MY LOVE FOR YOU.