Sunday morning

With our bare and bony branches, curling

The hails thrown, the beams thin

The soffit shakes, our window’s blurring

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And keep your arms tucked in

Keep me talking, keep the branch creaking

From the harbour swing, you can barely see the boat sinking

And all my friends are in love

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Autumns forming

Frail unfastened fingers furling

You told me, he’s violent

Voices keep the floorboards humming

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You run your fingers through the leaves, show me land

You keep me feeling like I’m weak, wrap me round

You run your fingers through the leaves, show me land

You kept me feeling I was weak


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