歌词
morning as a proof
only sleeping
can touch the sides of such tired
leaden lowness
when the walls are thin
it is easy
to flit about from room to room
looking for
a rest from indecision,
can I hold that thought?
hide me in the roof
cross the beams
and I’ll root the patterns of this house
through the flue
oh this is what I knew
in the evenings
the counterpassage of an hour
looking for
a rest from indecision,
can I hold that thought?
cos health
moves as a river
and I find –
with the false likeness
of a straight line,
turning branches into twine
and would I be forgiven
for wanting some
system in place to help relief to come
anything going
cos I feel so numb
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