Blow Your Nose

The earth moves and the sun keeps still

Bathwater tides come in

A bird hits the window pane

With a joyless sound

That echoes round and round

In your belly swim the spores

We picked off the forest floors

And if you must cry with grief

Blow your nose right on my sleeve

Dreams push out reality

Sand kisses fingertips

Ghosts sing behind your ear

For the one you loved, who's never coming back

In the bathtub swim the spores

We picked off the forest floors

And if you must cry with grief

Blow your nose right on my sleeve

Blow your nose right on my sleeve

Blow your nose right on my sleeve

Blow your nose right on my sleeve

Blow your nose right on my sleeve