Every time you say you want to die
I fight the urge to say me too
Like holding a crow underwater:
First you gotta catch the crow
We can't love this way forever
We can't love this way forever
I have a premonition
Maybe a superstition
Lost all my fingers
To a wishing well
Fishing for the penny
Our faded shiny penny
To pluck and toss
And try another spell
We can't love this way forever
Every time you say you want to die
A crow switches on to higher ground
Window ledging or a voltage wire
A worm catches where my words come out
We can't love this way forever
We can't love this way forever
We can't love this way forever
We can't love this way forever
Did the ancients have the Internet?
Quiet, I'm trying to sleep
It's been a long day
I'm waiting for the sands
And the years to bury me
The hearse was delayed
En route to the grave
A truck of frozen fish
Had overturned on the highway
We waited at the necropolis
With family we barely even knew
Some kids, running round, found a headstone
From 1792 and were very very excited
That’s a long time ago for them
Goodbye goodbye
I kept your flowers for the sun
That falls along my bedside
It makes me happier
And that's what you would have wanted
Though the day was quite cold
Those four thousand boxes of frozen fish
Would never ever reach the supermarket aisles
I can see all the gulls circling the emergency workers
Quiet, I’m trying to sleep
So, did the ancients have the Internet?
Or is that just another impossible thing?
Maybe jamais vu, where everything is new,
Even if you’ve seen it before?
I miss you already, just another century or more
How long till we’re stars again
Or at least the dust of them,
Minding our own business,
At the speed of anything could happen?
Goodbye goodbye
I kept your flowers for the sun
That falls along my bedside
It makes me happier
And that's what you would have wanted
Goodbye goodbye
I kept your flowers for the sun
That falls along my bedside
It makes me happier
And that's what you would have wanted
Mop and bucket and a shaky ladder
Reaching up to the surveillance camera
A moment of numb with
Soap in its eyes
Cats in a car park, pigeons on a wire
A pram holds a kid in a spell of mint
And chocolate to silence the crying
Did I ever tell you
What I never told you
Did you never hear me
When I was talking in my sleep?
Your side of the line
Is drawing circles 'round me
Hands in my jacket, masking a tremor
I'm sure it wasn't there before 2020
Or maybe, who knows?
Mop and bucket and a shaky ladder
Joined at the handle, rumble and clatter
Leaves in the gutters
The autumn unloading the world
Did I ever tell you
What I never told you
Did you never hear me
When I was talking in my sleep?
Your side of the line
Is drawing circles 'round me
Mall talk, small talk, frayed at the laces
Mop and a bucket,
The faces, the faces, the faces
War in the papers
Ever money for the bombs
Never money for our wages
Autumn unloading the world
The leaf clatter, street chatter
We could be so much better
But we settle for well
Well,
Did I ever tell you
What I never told you
Did you never hear me
When I was talking in my sleep?
Your side of the line
Is drawing circles 'round me
The spell is never really broken
The spell is in the way
A bird keeps up along beside you
Out the window of the train
Send me a picture of a flower
Or the shadow of a flower
Or the shadow of a picture of a flower
By your shadow I will know we shared the sun
The spell is never really broken
The spell is how it goes
That things move so slowly when they're far away
But they're so fleeting when they get so close
Send me a picture of a flower
Or list of things about a flower
Or a list of all the places that the flower
And by my place then I will know
I've found the one
The spell is never really broken
The spell was here today
A window bird was keeping up along beside me
As if it were going my way
Send me a picture of a flower
Or your hands about a flower
Or a picture of a flower on a paper bag of seeds
And by the handful I will find a little sun
Ollimoth
Fruit of the Day
We Who Remain are Composed of Snow
The Heart is Older than the Hands
Bronto, Meaning Thunder
All Quiet in the Laundromats
Still Life Creatures
December Tapes
A Gathering of Cats in a Lane
How We Go
Two Suns Once
Static of Crows
The Lodger
Favourite Dinosaur
Silence in the Library
Iso Haircut
The Orbit of Your Breathing
I Don't Remember the Future
Specks on a Map
Oddities
The Gravestone Carvers
Imaginary Lines
Falling Asleep with the Moon Still On
Lovers' River
Prayers in Glass Houses
The Sea Will Take it From Here
Land
What Kind of Yes?
Long Tall Shadow
Once Was Water
The Sky that Came Before
Party Songs
You Are Here
