BLUE
I step on the airport rug. Dirty red like booze in blood.
Run my fingers through my hair. Grey where there’s still something there.
Years ago - a setting sun. I run like I just heard a gun.
I lost my geography when you said those things to me.
I believe in God above, with knuckles white as paper planes.
I’m hanging on by fingernails to love I’ll never feel again for anyone but you...
Heading into the blue.
Another hundred million stars. A few more years beneath the scars.
Time passes, burns to white, then explodes into the night.
I realize there’s no retreating from all these things that I keep repeating.
That’s fine -- it’s meant to be. I’m made of glass as you can see.
You’re swimming inside the skin where you kissed me.
I’m following you through futures and histories.
Silver dollars thrown to chance. I took your face into my hands.
Listening to the engine shake. I don’t want to die before I wake.
I recall a distant night when all these pieces fit just right.
We were so much younger then and only whispered true possession.
True possession.
I believe in God above, with knuckles white as paper planes.
I’m hanging on by fingernails to love I’ll never feel again for anyone but you...
Heading into the blue.
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022