Waxwing’s been and gone
The rains will arrive and unload and move on
A runaway only gets so far
But the poem we are once it starts never ends
Just gives way to silence
When you reach the end of your breath
But that’s not the end
And lying on your chest I listen to your breath
Deep and slow like footsteps in snow
Like a bronco back in stable after the rodeo
So when you ask me what I’m thinking of
I tell you the truth
I say: ‘nothing at all’
To be in love and never know what it is you love
Or why there’s nothing on your mind
Well I guess love is mercy
Love is a view of the whole from the middle
And I am a relic carved in your heart
Old and new like déja vu
Like footsteps in footprints already made
So we could keep writing poetry
But what would that be
Against the wind ripping through the trees
I got a job, so I could finally buy this album and stop listening for free on Bandcamp. Awesome rock music, especially the second half of the album. Lovdahl, Ian
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