We will see, if they are who they say they are Aim, aim to please, if they are who they say they are Hands meet the knees, if you can’t speak to save your heart from believing we’ve labored to keep it so dark and still, unassuming, a sleight of the eyes laying into a knot in a pine growing colder the moment I pulled it aside, well arranged in a fold they’ll never find
It rang as clear as day, but they'll never see the house in the light Sure as not they came, happy craning for the house in the light
What you hold, I'm afraid it will tether you down don’t you know, we can swim where the others have drowned? Better spoken what struggles to not make a sound are you broken in places you’ve yet to have found?
Well, she put forth a scream and a like-minded child as he took to the corners and kept busy cracking his lips in the shape of a smile, quiet watching whenever they slept
It rang as clear as day, but they'll never see the house in the light Sure as not they came, happy craning for the house in the light
Come to knots, and I’ve caught every word they’ve been saying Clever pots, they let on that our gardens were failing and strung from the boards where no welcome is waiting Only worth what I’ve wrought, and it’s all for the taking
And I’ve searched for a song that you can’t sing alone, steady-traveling moth (for a flame), meant to carry the weight of our faltering bones Heaven knows if we’d greet it, if it came.
It’s harder still to place anything that’s only seen in the passing, and you’ll never taste sweet letters for a chain, hanging quiet deaf and dumb to the asking, a name for a face I used to call it mine but as of late, it’s up and gone too many times, gone too many times strangled on a vine, fit for leaving bare but they’ll never mind, they'll never mind