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well, if I had words at all, they are swollenswollen thick on my tongue, beating a drumcan you hear this, the rhythm of someonerhythm of someone who swallowed the sunmidmorning light breaks through grey and through cedarwe stand dumb and mute, just white throats and bare needif I had words at all they are swollen:quivering wings, beneath my breastbonecantilever cavalierwine, brine, or birch beercup your hands like the conch to your earsunsets behind your hairwell, it's the motor of the city that you hearand it's the dark, lonely delawareall bodies of water are lonely at nightno sun to drag the rippleswith crooked, hooked fingers of lightmy story is for thee and the glory of bodiesmade up of water, carbon, and lighttrowel sinks into the earth with resistanceand a birch pledged birthin silver and whiteSongtextelike the french hook slid into the earlobeyour last look found a spot and went clean throughfound avenue, via some old woundi favored it, though it healed truesallow swallow, hallowed or hollowbird of longing, bound to the nightbound to this night, bound to the soaringsoaring, searing, sightless flightplease pluck from my window this restless dream sweatingepic heart tales that end in forgettingcarry this desire someplace higherand burn, please burn, please burn... the cloudsso many things can look like bloodold red rose petals, or tracks of mudand so many things can feel like lovelike a fire in the belfryand the creek's all a'floodwell, if I had words at all they've gone goldenburning gold in the long hands that hold 'emlong hands have thrown these drops gone all diamondright at my windshield but somehow I'm not scaredfor if this is to be my last drive homethen a low-slung glow's not the worst way to goand if the sun is my home, then the road is a koanwhere the words never mattered... only the tone Aus Songtexte Mania