HAVE/HOLD

Lyrics

That’s how it starts.
A need I had,
A language steeped in misery.
Oh, it gets cool
In the evenings
When the mystery is lost.
So here I sit
In your favourite chair
As the irises start withering.
Curled in my lap
The hound’s slow breath
Is like a surely ticking clock.
~~~
Sparrows line up
At the windowsill
Like a chorus-line before counting in
And I have not moved
And the dust still hangs
In the air like muslin, settling.
Oh but it’s cruel
And it’s cold and damp
As the ants and spiders cover me.
Barely a breath
In the room you left
As the echoes taper off.
~~~
I swore I saw you dancing
And I swore I saw you waving.
Now the tide is disappearing
But that was just a movie.
I swore I saw you dancing
And I swore I saw you waving.
But that was just a movie.
Now the tide…