Rain soaks through my shoulders
And trickles down my spine
Like fingers over cracked and fractured stone.
Your breaths come like zephyrs
Your limbs tangle up with mine
Your voice, the only one I've ever known.
And Coltrane blows a story tall
To a bass line like a siren call
Building tapestries of Cashmere
For a dry and blistered blank concrete wall.
You'll always be the bright full moon
That filled my chest and filled the room
While Rome is burned to embers
The drums of war rose carrying the tune.
Footsteps on city walls
Hands upon splintered wood.
The battles lead to losses for all sides.
Honey comes from stinging bees
I'd get some for you if I could
But winter left us lost on drifting tides.
Still Coltrane blows a story tall
To a bass line like a siren call
Building tapestries of Cashmere
For a dry and blistered blank concrete wall.
I'll offer you a silk cocoon
A watercoloured afternoon
While Rome is burned to embers
The drums of war rose carrying the tune.
Morning sun brings the day
The smell of candles still
Clothes hang to dry from chairs along the walls.
Take our time to wake up
Arms protect you from the chill
"Yesterday," the radio news recalls.
Then Coltrane blows a story tall
To a bass line like a siren call
Building tapestries of Cashmere
For a dry and blistered blank concrete wall.
The sunrise like the silver moon
Paints us in gold and fills the room
While Rome is burned to embers
The drums of war rose carrying the tune.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
Rain soaks through my shoulders
And trickles down my spine
Like fingers over cracked and fractured stone.
Your breaths come like zephyrs
Your limbs tangle up with mine
Your voice, the only one I've ever known.
And Coltrane blows a story tall
To a bass line like a siren call
Building tapestries of Cashmere
For a dry and blistered blank concrete wall.
You'll always be the bright full moon
That filled my chest and filled the room
While Rome is burned to embers
The drums of war rose carrying the tune.
Footsteps on city walls
Hands upon splintered wood.
The battles lead to losses for all sides.
Honey comes from stinging bees
I'd get some for you if I could
But winter left us lost on drifting tides.
Still Coltrane blows a story tall
To a bass line like a siren call
Building tapestries of Cashmere
For a dry and blistered blank concrete wall.
I'll offer you a silk cocoon
A watercoloured afternoon
While Rome is burned to embers
The drums of war rose carrying the tune.
Morning sun brings the day
The smell of candles still
Clothes hang to dry from chairs along the walls.
Take our time to wake up
Arms protect you from the chill
"Yesterday," the radio news recalls.
Then Coltrane blows a story tall
To a bass line like a siren call
Building tapestries of Cashmere
For a dry and blistered blank concrete wall.
The sunrise like the silver moon
Paints us in gold and fills the room
While Rome is burned to embers
The drums of war rose carrying the tune.
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