the sound of fingers scratching slow
behind the wall you tried to hold me
closer so i wouldn’t heed the call
they’re on our door step peaking
grinning through the blinds
we’ll never wear our skeletons right
we kept our closets locked and tight
any day now with the flame of the sun
in the south we’ll take our paces have
it out the lives of others with their
short hairs entwined they keep our eyes
a cornered with crows they make
the sirens sing and sigh any day now
we’ll comb our grey hairs a side
we’re nervous kids who twitch in time
we’re phantom limbs that itch at night
any day nowwhen the weight comes
a tumbling down we’ll skin our knees
and beat the ground sing it so soft
clutching hope like a corner of cloth
and now i know your peaks and trough
sand the stains that’ll never come off
just leave it alone you’ll never save
a sailing soul such a long face with a pull
like a body in spacethe pieces falling into
place then it came down with a low un
deniable sound we’ll go down easy paint
the town we deserve everything that we found