Lyrics Manila Street - Amy Speace

Manila Street

The roses of the Philippines stretch across Manila Street, bursting with the
vanity of summer rain: cardinal and cinnamon, damask, wine, vermillion — the
patchwork mask of Harlequin in a parade*
He woo’s the lady with his dance, like your thorny eloquence — I wish for
things I cannot ask of you to say
I count the days from then to this: when you woke me with a kiss — to the day
when I won’t miss you like I do today
How will I know when to let it go, let it fall as soft as snow, maybe then
How will I know when I’m over you, when tears give way to something new,
maybe then I’ll love again
I dig the earth upon my knees, geraniums and peonies, lavender and rosemary to
fill the hours
Planting roots to catch and start and distract my hurting heart,
surrendering to the art of blooming flowers
How will I know when to let it go, let it fall as soft as snow, maybe then,
maybe then.
Maybe I’ll know when I’m over you, when tears give way to
something new, and maybe then I’ll love again
And so the petals bloom and fade, curling up in morning shade, I still wish for
words I’ll never hear you say
I count the days from then to this — when you woke me with a kiss — to the day
when I won’t miss you like I do today