Testo di How Far We All Come Away

in the hands of every bashful mother is a quiet delay some calm to recover accepting all kindness and blindness to all them who fire away demanding a reason and i'd never beckon or for one second dare ever call you away o but they sing, embracing, for you our bodies exhausted fall sideways to lay and your arms made a place where my face liked to bury then lifting (but not lifting) but drifting away to where the angels would play like you'd almost forgotten and then on with the next breath so impossibly new like the curve of your waist all warm and ceramic and smooth i dont want to go home i want to come home