
Date of issue: 23.02.2017
Song language: English
epitaph |
I’m blind and afraid |
The colors of this sound like a shape |
The feast of words you never could say |
And I’m torn apart |
In this sun, there is red |
The epitaph of an old record player |
The sweetness in the salt of her hair |
And there’s no decision |
I knew a girl once |
There were splinters from her thoughts |
Unless you knew a god |
With kindness in her heart |
You’re a dark one |
With a knack for pushing boys off a cliff |
And the messy eyes of ink-splattered fits |
And it’s all found in a page |
I need nothing more than my problems |
Just let me know when you’ve found them |
You’ve got mirth and I’ve got snow hands |
Eyes fell and haven’t come up since |
Mary |
Dare me, scare me |
Oh Mary |
I know a place out beyond these pines |
Where the sky falls down with the cumulus cries |
A winter song for a January type |
I could tame my heart |
I could blind my eyes |
The river is an organ |
And the meadow is a church |
For a strange inclination |
That fortune is a curse |
I’m a cryptic writer |
I’m an ignorant fool |
I’m a poor excuse for poetry |
Trying to play it cool |
I’m just trying to play it cool |
I need nothing more than my problems |
Just let me know when you’ve found them |
You’ve got tact and I’ve got bravado |
I’m a ghost and you are a shadow |
I need nothing more than my problems |
Just let me know when you’ve found them |
You’ve got mirth and I’ve got snow hands |
Eyes fell and haven’t come up since |
Mary |
Dare me, scare me |
Oh Mary |