Reporting

I don’t have the right to this song

it should’ve been another man’s before

the sun rose and set in one

a sallow strain in daybreak’s hum

but to the fall I was deaf and dumb

 

The thread rubs when the mood sets in

burrs attach where I can’t reach

and as I sift the takings through

is a retraction my only due?

I call the fire, you brought the wood

 

But I don’t mind 

I’m just sitting here reporting

For some peace of mind 

but this pen keeps on dripping

 

Bubbles bursting foreign scenes

lay bare all the hidden things

I was swept up in a passing dream

how long till it strikes up again?

 

Fostered fibres of a stolen morning

under days and over oceans

weave your tangle thread to cross

stay our hands and stay our thoughts

we’re all made of stars until we fall short

 

But I don’t mind

I’m just sitting here reporting

for some peace of mind

but this pen keeps on dripping

 

Bubbles bursting foreign scenes

lay bare all the hidden things

I was swept up in a passing dream

how long till it strikes up again?

 

But I can’t feel this way for long

I’ve been turning over rocks

my skin is rough but my blood’s the same 

I thought I’d defected in the fray

lined up I can’t fire but I know when to stay

 

But don’t you mind 

they’re just scars come up swollen

and my peace of mind

trails them over the mountains