It came down to it.

Too flat to be flung, too far to be feared,
(your eyes a palette of song and wind)
once again we push off before the end.
Can anyone calm a restless rage?

My love rests in warm places, but
the cold creeps up my sleeves.
Oh, I’ll do anything at all…

Where and when we sing again I’ll be standing here bemused.
Why we watch the sky and stars and wait to be moved you know it’s
hard to be down when you’re so confused.
Go grain of thought by way of wind,
down the drain and out the end.
(Rattle Brains you’re absent-minded,
and pulling me apart.)

(we’ll watch the whole place fall in love.)

Oh, I’ll do anything at all.