Loose Wing - Elements

I was living in a small house
Abandoned by strangers
Counted days from the fallout
But I didn't have to speak
And I didn't have to think
Though I kept a holy mess inside my mind

Climb the ladder to the bedroom
A mattress and blankets
Light the stove in the kitchen
Set the whole mess up in flames
With a pile of picture frames
And the windows bend a bit before they break

I burned myself on the elements
The twisting forms of the narrative arc
The diving birds, the singing firmament
The rush against my skin
Til I stopped running
Til I stopped running

And I might just leave my hair down
Or pinned tight or braided
Or shorn clean in the summer
With no one there to want me
To put on the pretty things
Though I've kept the old lace on the vanity

I burned myself on the elements
The twisting forms of the narrative arc
The diving birds, the singing firmament
The rush against my skin
Til I stopped running
Til I stopped running
Til I stopped running
Til I stopped running

Stow the children in the cupboard
And tell them shut their mouths

Written by:
Keith Tucker

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Lyrics © EPM MUSIC USA LLC

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