Lyrics Third Day of February - Kiran Leonard

Third Day of February

The river holds its peace
Its sandbags and skeletons
To pull them from the deep
Enmeshes with the benchmarks of our lives
It tries to know about that
We say what we will
The net vibrates and we catch it still
You take me as you are
Like a stone, rising
I don’t want to talk about «Hey, sweet cheeks
Catch you if I can»
Sieves to a pond
The riddle of our trust and romance is long
It’s a runaway
It’s a vague simulation
It’s the space where your hand’s been
Fixed to a pulse
A facsimile of wants of a tongue
In song