Closing Hymn
Quelle: Spotify
The drone off the interstate is breezing through your door
His keys are in his hand, you should have fucking known
Yeah, sure, you understand, sometimes you need some time alone
You've heard that one before
Well it was him, girl, not you
Your feet are in their sockets, your eyes are on the floor
You're pillowtalking with your fears and waiting for the sun
You've been here how many years and what are you doing and what have you done
You picture your walk to work and you know that the first time you pass someone
He'll flash his eyes away from yours the moment that they meet
He'll crinkle himself half a smile, the conquistador, the elite
He'll leave you dumb, humming some clumsy elegy, yeah
I've heard that one before
But look it'll be him, girl, not you
Don't you dare think that you're small
Don't you dare think that you're small
Don't you dare think that you're small
Don't you dare think that you're small
Forget the news
The radio
And the blurred screen
You cut through them all
You're all the way over here inside of me
Pushing out at every wall
Don't you dare think that you're small
Theirs was a jealous God, young, virile, the lion's roar
A fearsome warrior fuckyouupper flattered by our prayers
He fed his vultures their supper, flashed him a flood, disciplined his heirs
Yeah that was then, now ours would rather keep off of the stairs
An empty-nested housewife at the end of the day
Wearied from a life of tidying clutters others made
Crashed out on a couch with her dinner on a tray
Unimpressed, unimpressed, unimpressed by what we've got to say
Shooing away, with a mighty hand, a reality as it brays, spaking
Give it a rest, give it a rest
We've heard that one before
Yeah it's Him, girl, not you
You know it's Him, girl, not you
You know it's Him
"Loaves and Fishes" by David Whyte (from The House of Belonging)
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