To see if you hold onto me
I’m in doubt of what is thought and what is real
In our room
Between the shapes I thought I knew
A guilty… A pillow of feathers like snow
I’ve come to listening post be on your lines
I’m all ears to gather clues and look for signs
But I can’t hear the song you sing
While you try to soothe
Why are you whispering while the bombs are falling?
Go easy on me; I can’t help what I’m doing
Go easy on me; you can’t help what I’m doing
when thoughts have out numbered spoken words
In the early hours we failed to establish
Who was hurt
most.
