SONG FOR A LOVER OF NOT THAT LONG AGO

ain on the bard
clinging water mark
and your hands are what i had
and calls up what i can

ring you and me
shake memory free
cant scratch the open sun
cant chase away the hope
I’ve buried you
in every place I’ve been
you keep ending up
in my shaking hands

rain sound the alarm
and stain my broken heart
the things violinist
buried in my gut
there are chances or choices
sometimes you just have to cut

ive buried you
every place i move
you keep ending up
in my shaking hands
i have buried you
with my shaking hands
you keep ending up
every place i been

i have buried you
every place ive been
and you keep ending up
in my shaking hands
you keep ending up
every place ive been
in my shaking hands
every place ive been