thrown from the nest
the cave where we met
and I made me a name
sat there and stained all the walls again
friends came and went
made prints in cement
and I watch myself dry
a plastic gold clock
and an elephant god
waving all of his arms
I am taking him down
they begged me to leave
I'm struggling to breathe
I hang on
dismantling my mantlepiece shrine
we are breaking in two
I don't know how to talk to you
folded like blankets we're licking our wounds
in a room next to someone that died last night
I reach for the air where your body should be
would you recognise me
the armchair I bought
the desk with no drawers
the mask with dark glasses
henry the eighth and his wives
and she's miles away hooked to machines
and the humming of memories and dreams
the lord of the land ruined our plans
for one final meal
ploughed through the fields
and the patterns we made
treasures fade
buried so deep in my cardboard cathedral
I can't find a knife
we are breaking in two
I don't know how to talk to you
folded like blankets we're licking our wounds
in a room next to someone that died last night
I reach for the air where your body should be
would you recognise me
credits
from Year Of The Dog,
released June 24, 2022
George Francis - vocals, guitar, trombone, trumpet
Tim Lane - drums
Bado Reti - double bass
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