Monday 1 June 2009


You are growing cold and lonely
If only you knew what you are
Our grandfather was a soldier
Now I am older, I know what homes are for

Worried homes have walls
They absorb old phone calls
They spit warm laundry smoke to the cold
Backyards


But to be a father I must
Take my life and solder
All my neighborhoods of night
To you

You were born into
A pitch-black-nighttime-window-view
The brightest blindin' moon came through
A-shinin'

That old moon had cold cold feet
Over long-gone lawns and streets
But none of those better days do need
Remindin'

You are growing cold and lonely
If only you knew what you are
If only you knew what you are 

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