Oberon Pink - HANDS

And we are held by each other
Pressing the keystone in the archway
Hazarding guesses
At how much the heart weighs
Making our marks in the sand
Falling to pieces with every plan
Living in rhythms we can't understand
Folding the linen again
And moulding the love with our hands
Blowing the dust off our history books
Blood in my opium, mixed with the soot
We cannot rest until we get it good
Childish carvings get left in the wood
Bereft of him
Steered to the left of him
I learned my lessons
And stood where he stood
Recognise enemies under the hood
And I'll rally them
All together
Feel the rumble underfoot
Feel the rumble underfoot
I'll share the secret code
When I've cracked it
I'm headed right back home
Where I left it
Telling the same old stories
Sorting inventory
Sanctuary calling
The moment might pass you by
And any moment could be last in line
So say it again if you have the time
Endings are always upon the horizon
Sometimes you choose
When you're ready to find them
Mostly they tap on your shoulder
'You're getting older,' they say
Time to grow out the frame
Only way we can change
There's no avoiding pain
Write down your name in the book
Maybe later you'll look
And be glad
And as for me
And my eloquent shadow
I'm done being scared

Written by:
Simon Camp

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