Waking wide with heavy eyelids again.
The sun sits in perches above the homes of a million people trying to dress them in shades and block out all the light.
When making the sculptures carved from a block of ice, and I have made a horde of them depicting me and you.
And yours takes the most. The work is simple, but to feel it, believe in it when the touch is so cold...
This moment came on too fast; you never had a chance to think what you should do next.
(light is beaming, she is glowing. Speak soft, the lips are lost, the hope, the strength to carry on. You will yourself to love yourself, to love the places you will never see for real and it's for real, the way it feels, the way she says she feels the way you feel and it has never been so hard to say...)
Jump, feint, day breaks, the struggle, the heartache, the sweat runs down your face as you come away.
(You must know how I feel now. And you're almost there).
The desert feels like it's right next door and we can follow it forgetting all the things they used to say.
(won't you say that you do too, and don't forget the sound, and they're silent now).
Time has a place for us, the sky it has a place for us, and evermore we must keep it in mind.
(don't forget the way it feels; her hand, and what happened today)
Oh let us feel through the impulses and electricity, and act upon our animal instincts.
(tight in yours as if to stay forever the same, and the image fades).
She looks at you with tears dried on her face; you know it's safe to say.
I can not thank you enough for staying with me.
If you're ever all alone you can come find me anywhere. It's safer here with all the good you've done, and I won't forget what you mean to me.
And she smiles so apologetically.
And you put your hand to her arm so awkwardly.
It's okay, it's okay, I can take this all by myself and it's okay, it's okay. I won't make one more sound.
Watching the sun rise, hoping it won't get high enough, but you'd bet your life it will.
No matter how long it takes, the sculptures are melting even though you made them right.
Everyone says the same thing when the question is asked.
Time lets us all go so gradually that we don't suspect a thing. Look her way, see the pain, know now what you must do. Demons won't hurt her again. Your heart is growing strong.
Careful, careful, the darkness fills us all. Love will unite us again in our emptiness.
(I'd wish for the houses...; If we could open our eyes...)
Sometimes we just need (how she feels for you) a shoulder (careful, careful) for us to rest our weary head (the darkness fills us all) and graciously you offered yours and she brushes the hair back from covering her face, listening to every word that you said. She fills with sorrow and she understands. "I need you more than anything in the world." She waits to reply and takes your hand, so torturred to say "I just don't feel the same."
If we could open our bodies up to spill our guts out all over the floor you'd feel the wretchedness inside me. I will die of loss of blood, failure to cooperate and please do not resuscitate, my darling, dear, I fear I'm really gone.
credits
from Grace EP (demo),
released June 1, 2007
P Davis:
Guitar
Bass
Piano
Accordion
Cello
Slide guitar
Drums
Glockenspiel
Synth arrangements
Vocals
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