Lyrics Sweep - Blue Foundation

Sweep

The floor you walk on is smooth.
There is no ground there.
Magic begins with blood.
Outside, there are trees,
With concrete under their roots.
But I have passed the tombs of kings,
Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings.
I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash.
My fingertips opening, accepting my time.
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
For me, I’m your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, I’m your shadow
Howling in the streets
Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
And steel myself for the familiar.
Your eyes
Will not settle, a hunger.
You’d be happier in your grave.
When we meet, share stories, you stretch me.
I see,
I see a semi-circle of teeth.
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes
For me, I’m your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
For me, I’m your shadow
Howling in the streets