Eliot

Let’s go back to our snow
There some new feet fall
Give me my hard hands, my code
We’ll practice letting them go
Letting them go
Letting them go
Letting them go
But what’s mine are paired eyes in the dark of a car
No, it’s the soft light, the cold tiles
Can I keep things so small?
Or should I call out in some new voice
That echoes it all?
Now if I grow old — echoes would
Find me way gone
Find my place, some long lost day
Where I don’t know me
But if I keep time in tones
Hold some day close
Just one day to lead my way
These lines might keep me
Lines might keep me
Lines might keep me
Lines might keep me
My years breathe slow
Falling, calm, cold, in sunlight
But in night, my face will be old
Some silver ghost
My years breathe slow
Falling, calm, cold, in sunlight
But in night, my face will be old
Some silver ghost
Wasted light, land will leave my age
Hold this frame, never face away
Wasted light, never face away
Now if I grow old — echoes would
Find me way gone
Find my place some long lost day
Where I don’t know me