
Date of issue: 17.11.2008
Record label: anticon
Song language: English
Bells |
When I can’t find the word I’m looking for |
I reach into the drawer with four tries |
But nothing sticks. |
Nothing sticks |
There’s no telling why I opened it |
I try, but I just forget |
What there once was, I have not forgotten |
What there once was, it won’t leave me alone |
The synapses still fire and direct my thoughts |
But they seem tired of hunting for homes |
And I’m not brave enough to say that I am not afraid |
Dhould I return to confused bits of blindness |
A tongue wanting words in the sweet speech finds a form |
Then returned to the bald toothless need of a child hunched and cradled |
(his spine returns the curl to fit the cleft of an arm) |
O, we are embarked and return to the place we start |
To thrash against it |
It’s a wild thing to accept. |
Who can hold it? |
Think about the loss of anything |
Well, someday if you wake to a nameless stranger in me, lead me outside |
Let me go |
If I’m already there, just let me go |
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