Lyrics Undone - David Tennant

Undone

Here is the truth.
Exactly how I remember it.
And perhaps in being so,
it is inevitably undone
Here when the hour is late and the bottle long gone.
Where thoughts like
constellations blur in and out of focus, nothing more than buoyant memories;
aqueous melancholy.
The shoreline recedes into darkness, betraying grains of
the past.
They catch light of the moon, giving song and sparkle to this late
night tale.
Here’s the truth, I swear.
Word for word, picking through a pile of
sedimentary emotion
The crackle of fire, the cold in my bones and the pitter patter of rain takes
me back.
Echoes of footfalls crushing fallen leaves, all that’s left of the
yellow wood.
Racing back in time.
Back to where it all started;
the beginning
of the end
We’d set up camp between risk and consequence, reckless in a way that only
youth can know.
Our hearts a cursor, pulsing, eager to forge the story of our
lives.
There was no such thing as a photo without flash, a song without bass,
or too much faith in the future.
Little did we know
What happened over what is felt is of little consequence.
The sheer impact of
remaining impervious to desire.
You to me;
a hem caught by a hook in time.
Inexplicably attached, like the deadweight subscription of newspapers in a
digital world of click stories and shot glass love affairs
The orchestra of our past carries on listlessly.
Erratic, yet somehow segued.
Like time
And all of our choices, embalmed, incubate the senses.
The smell of your skin,
the sound of your breath, the question mark curve in your ear.
Now these seem
hollow, like the nape of your neck.
Where once I touched and felt you
Alas, remember the end?
Outside the Admiral, I inhaled.
I exhaled, reflecting.
I didn’t notice you
arrive.
But you stood there alongside me as the rain fell down.
«I don’t think
this was a good idea,» I said, Lying
You shuffled your weight on both feet and I knew you wanted to say something.
I didn’t let you, and you disappeared like mist, suspended in sight,
betrayed by my grasp.
How I wish I’d run after you and said:
«Hold me like you would a photograph.
From the edges, and lightly.
«Because anything more and I’d be stained;
sullied by the desire of what would
always and inevitably leave me undone
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