The Weather Station

Trust
Dim the lights and draw the curtains, this is the end of love Ready all your arguments, this is the end of trust Send out all the witnesses, let nobody watch Let there be no more words spilled at the ending of what, was it time we had? Bring me all the evidence: the baskets of wild roses, the crumpled petals and misshapen heads of reeds and rushes, the bodies of the common birds, robins, crows, and thrushes Everything that I have loved and all the light touches while we still have time I watch your eyes pass over me, holding stupidly, everything I wanted you to see In the throes of this divorce, in this court proceedings For some reason, my mind was filled with all my softest feelings All the hidden wounded gentle places of my body I wanted to bear my skin to the grass In generosity, while we still have time Dim the lights and draw the curtains, this is the end of love Ready all your arguments, this is the end of trust Send out all the witnesses, let nobody watch Let there be no more words, spilled at the ending of what Aus Songtexte Mania