The morning swelling in the hollows
The murmuring all churning all about the hall
The harrowed hush that haunts each room
Your mother's face all out of tune
Your father leaving
Beneath your palm, a psalm in yellow
Hearken ye oh Lord unto my voice, my call
Plastic bags from out your car
All coded notes and CD-Rs
And things still breathing
Kissing me
Kiss now my brow
Telling me
Tell me there is an hour and a time
Tell me I can hear you hear me
Tell me some of you's still to fill your shape
Still to touch the bone
Tell me you'll come home
You just felt like wandering
Filling out some songs, but you won't be long
Mon tell me
The ebb and flow of forms all tilting
Tugging at their sleeves and wringing at their hands
Mon me and you, we'll up and fly
We'll burst and bloom about a sky
Still ours for shaking
The things on strings about the railings
The thinned-out Virgins propped up round the avenue
Oh the crashing of your dream
The collapsing of everything
Your sleep is breaking
And from your elbow to your wrist
And then in red all round your fist
You've paraphrased
The wind won't lift these poisoned waves
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The morning swelling in the hollows
The murmuring all churning all about the hall
The harrowed hush that haunts each room
Your mother's face all out of tune
Your father leaving
Beneath your palm, a psalm in yellow
Hearken ye oh Lord unto my voice, my call
Plastic bags from out your car
All coded notes and CD-Rs
And things still breathing
Kissing me
Kiss now my brow
Telling me
Tell me there is an hour and a time
Tell me I can hear you hear me
Tell me some of you's still to fill your shape
Still to touch the bone
Tell me you'll come home
You just felt like wandering
Filling out some songs, but you won't be long
Mon tell me
The ebb and flow of forms all tilting
Tugging at their sleeves and wringing at their hands
Mon me and you, we'll up and fly
We'll burst and bloom about a sky
Still ours for shaking
The things on strings about the railings
The thinned-out Virgins propped up round the avenue
Oh the crashing of your dream
The collapsing of everything
Your sleep is breaking
And from your elbow to your wrist
And then in red all round your fist
You've paraphrased
The wind won't lift these poisoned waves
The murmuring all churning all about the hall
The harrowed hush that haunts each room
Your mother's face all out of tune
Your father leaving
Beneath your palm, a psalm in yellow
Hearken ye oh Lord unto my voice, my call
Plastic bags from out your car
All coded notes and CD-Rs
And things still breathing
Kissing me
Kiss now my brow
Telling me
Tell me there is an hour and a time
Tell me I can hear you hear me
Tell me some of you's still to fill your shape
Still to touch the bone
Tell me you'll come home
You just felt like wandering
Filling out some songs, but you won't be long
Mon tell me
The ebb and flow of forms all tilting
Tugging at their sleeves and wringing at their hands
Mon me and you, we'll up and fly
We'll burst and bloom about a sky
Still ours for shaking
The things on strings about the railings
The thinned-out Virgins propped up round the avenue
Oh the crashing of your dream
The collapsing of everything
Your sleep is breaking
And from your elbow to your wrist
And then in red all round your fist
You've paraphrased
The wind won't lift these poisoned waves
Writer: Aaron McMullan
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