Freshly tuned And finely scarred This rare kiss As sad as snow And I wait for the sound Of the wind and the rain And I try to spell out The letters of my name
Fragile boned And cradle bound This small matter Turns to breach All that shudders And all that matters Turns to grieve And we sit Sit in sunlight Made simple by the clouds And we cancel All our blind spots No one needs to know how
Broken codes And busted statues This soft embrace I listen closely To hear what matters In the walls of your chest And we sit Sit in sunlight Made dumb by the wind And we cast out Cast out shadows No one needs To know our name Mary of the Angles
Bright lights Little city It's a dusty old town The lights all look pretty When your sky ward bound I'm sitting in the window seat Wondering when I'll see clouds
Mary of the Angels, Mary of the angels Mary of the Angels, calls to me
With a blessing for a mouth And big blue eyes A generous laugh Always takes me by surprise I hold in my memory Every goodbye kiss
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Every time that I leave I look forward to coming home I know that sounds small But sometimes small things matter most There's a hole inside of me That only you seem to fill
