Hold that image of me
My arms wide open
Dust in soft light and your hands
"More wasted plans tonight, but I don't mind"
War bond neuroses in an attic flat we just wouldn't leave
We're still hanging in the eaves
And after years of shaking knees
Perfect rehearsal scenes
The young warm screams
I said I'd leave
With such indelicate ease
But honey it was you
You were always going to turn your head for the last time
Back up at the window I hid behind
I unravelled
Trying to untie the war bond neuroses in an empty flat with a heart that was bursting
I didn't know
I didn't know then
That I'd still fall apart at the thought of your breath
Or the turn of your head with a heart filled with symphonies
You were always right when you said:
"The one who loves least has power instead"
I still fall apart at the thought of your breath
Or the turn of your head with a heart filled with symphonies
You were always right when you said:
"The one who loves least has power instead"