I count to three & grin.
You smile & let me in.
We sit & watch the wall you pain´ted purple.
Speech will spill on space.
Our little cups of grace.
But pauses rattle on about the way that you cut the snow-fence,
braved the blood,
the metal of those hearts that you always end up pressing your tongue to.
How your body still remembers things you told it to forget.
How those furious affections followed you.
I have got this store-bought way of saying I am okay,
and you learned how to cry in total silence.
We are talented & bright.
We are lonely & uptight.
We have found some lovely ways to disappoint,
but the airport´s always almost empty this time of the yeahr,
so let´s go play on a baggage carousel.
Set our watches forward like we are just arriving here
from a past we left in a place we knew too well.
Hold on to the corners of today,
and we will fold it up to save till it is needed. Stand suntil.
Let me scrub that brackish line that you got
when smth rose & then receded.
Weakerthans, The Ringtones