Part 2: The Sunlight Through The Flags

March 16, 2010 at 12:00 am (music, movies)

From here the caravans are kids toys
And I can hold them all in my palm
I watch the sea creep round the corner
It connects the dots from here to you
The sunlight burning through the loose flags
Painted high on white church walls
I chase my blood from brain to thumped heart
Until I’m out of breath for trying

Worry not everything is sound
This is the safest place you’ve found
The only noise beating out is ours
Lacing our tea from honey jars

These accidents of faith and nature
They tend to stick in the spokes of you
But every now and then the trend bucks
And you’re repaired by more than glue

Worry not everything is sound
This is the safest place you’ve found
The only noise beating out is ours
Lacing our tea from honey jars

Why don’t you rest your fragile bones
A minute ago you looked alone
Stop waving your arms you’re safe and dry
Breathe in and drink up the winter sky

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