Eliot St.
Quilt
Send me the notes
I’ve been walking silently
Through the ghosts
Of what we’ve known
They only showed us
The sad signs of our start
Without the growth
It takes some time
Tinsel and ivy
Dear, my love
In another life
Beneath the mire
We’ll forfeit the words
That we once sung
Into the fire…
Oh, I can’t sleep
I’m thinking all too much
Always shaking hands
And never showing up
And I’ve had no luck
I’m floored by all you are
And I can’t be there now
I’m sure that we may change
But are we prepared now?
For all we may be in the talking pool?
For all we may see as we act so cool?
Oh, I can’t sleep
I’m thinking all too much
Always shaking hands
And never showing up
And I’ve had no luck
Don’t be afraid
It’s only a death
I changed my name
I was seventeen
And why was it so hard to love you then?
When I heard you say within a dream
Oh, I can’t sleep
I’m thinking all too much
Always shaking hands
And never showing up
And I’ve had no luck
If you call this a second wind
If you call this flying love
I will catch you in the morning
In the valley of that word