You spoke it plain and speak it still how once they moved across the sill and left it stripped and fit to crack, but now they’ve fallen further back
You count yourself a fragile hem to hang until you're taken in or sewn into a feathered throw, forever sleeping, sheet to chin
You can swallow all you need to keep around They will follow when the sun goes down You were hollow when they made their rounds and, oh you were hollow when the sun went down you were hollow when the sun went down
Set out to drown the weeks, but now they’re bound to drag their feet, face down and fast asleep, forgotten, how they came to meet
From a curtain made of straw and twine that cut the frosted air, I know exactly what I saw-- I saw what simply wasn’t there
No name for what you want You kept it safe, it kept too long, tripped a vein and stepped upon a worry I had left for gone
You can swallow all you need to keep around They will follow when the sun goes down You were hollow when they made their rounds, and oh, you were hollow when the sun went down you were hollow when the sun went down