Chris Pureka - Song For November // Emergent Sounds Unplugged

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Dry the flowers,
file the sheet-music,
save me for the fire.
I spent the day forgetting the dream that woke me up.
The garden is empty,
and I still remember why I'm so reluctant to start it again.
Eternal November shines through the marrow of me.
I never was a very good fighter.
They started me young.
You always were the very best lover that I couldn't love.
The years they will make you a pretty good runner.
Yeah, I've been running around all of this time.
Shot in the dark; down in the shadows.
Waiting for when.
Yeah, just waiting for when the coast is clear ...
You were running around so you'd never remember this.
Fear lights a fire under you,
and all you leave behind are the smoke and the ashes;
a trail of grey and blue.
Blame me, Dear, for any disaster.
Oh, how the kerosene ran dry,
and we made our bed in that familiar graveyard ...
between the sternum and the spine.
Oh, Darling, I think that all of the answers ...
went south on the backs of those grey winged birds,
or slipped through our fingers while we were sleeping.
Waiting for when.
Yeah, just waiting for when the coast is clear.
Along the way the light is the medicine.
Along the way we search for the sun ...
to call us down the dark corridor back into the world.