Lyrics Sung into the Street - Shearwater

Sung into the Street

Good morning to the frozen street:
I’m like a dresser full of leaves
My eyes as dry as dust
There is a curtain in my mouth
It opens and a song comes out
I’ve sung the loneliest words
Words into your listening stones
Moss curled and songs
Have twirled their tunes around your bones
Good morning Uncle with your pen
The furniture was born again
At night while you slept in
The room it wrapped around your body
Double pillows held your head
I watched your shrinking skin
And all the lines that fill your face
In were falling into space
There is a light that is so dim
And a hand that pulls you in
When you can’t swim anymore
The freezing water fills your lungs
The weight of waves surrounds your skin
And the outside comes all the way in
Your heart is held inside this box
And we’ve got to turn it off
So please don’t be afraid
The love you gave us will go on
We’ll hold your memory when you’re gone
Your self just can’t be saved
So close your eyes and I’ll turn off your heart
Watch the sick room fall apart
Watch this machine’s counter restart
Uncle, if I could hold your open
Never-broken heart
I would have held it from the start