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lyrics
Our sentences lost all their sense somehow
in the lateness of the hour.
So we ended our conversation;
the scanlines from the window hit your face.
So we wait for some
tornado touch-down,
some spirit stirring sadness in its wake
to come glorify
our sleepy bodies -
now warm and safe, now shivering awake.
The bats hovered and clicked above us
on the porch, watching distant lights.
The air all thick with ions and vapor,
brief sputtering images passing over my eyes
on their way to some other world.
So we wait for some
tornado touch-down,
some spirit stirring sadness in its wake
to come glorify
our sleepy bodies -
now warm and safe, now shivering awake.
credits
from What Ails Us,
released September 10, 2013
Harrison Lemke - guitar, harmonica & vocals.
passing cars & the night - ambiance.