Monday 14 March 2011

sunset

I think I’m sat away from everything that nobody can know.
I think I’m sat away from everything, where nobody can go.
The farthest branch could hang me,
The weakest branch could hold me.
If I could just escape, this tree is where I would want to go.
If I could just escape I’d find this tree beside the silent lake.
The farthest branch could hang me,
And the weakest branch could hold me.

And in sunrise my silhouette would be to the west
And at sunset it would be swaying in the east.

I am king of all the castles when I’m here and when I’m dreaming,
I should show you all the bruises up and down my spine.
I should teach you all the ways to drink my skin like poison.
Bewildered and sunburnt, I make my way back to you.

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