[ Featuring The Liar ]
And there it was, it was whole.
A smoke stack stood sticky beneath the window,
Like the twist of rope.
With me still sat half clothed,
Bare skin as a winter coat,
My monochrome cheeks pulled tight and together like bed sheets.
Trying to meet just out of their reach,
Exposing my teeth, parting them slowly.
Keeping me open,
Keeping me:
Non violent, still a sucker for quiet.
Not so much purple under my eyelids
But the root still grows,
My rivers run green with the spring glow.
There's medicinal light in this soft cold.
A new ring to it,
And I never thought that I'd needed a sling
But I've been having a long lean at the base of this tree,
The only place that it seemed to be raining.
It shouldn't be so hard,
It shouldn't be so noisey.
I couldn't believe I'd unfolded this slowly
I still believe there's parts of me left unopen.
Bring those teeth in,
Bite down on those soft limbs
I'm not scared of anything.
I'm not scared of my friends, just disappointing them
Blame my stupid layers, leather-bound body but I'm warming in the centre.
I think I've seen heaven, I think I've taken my medicine.
So I collected the whole thing,
Not under my window, now under my ceiling
So I collected the whole thing,
Not under my window, now under my ceiling.
