Triplets

Everything moving is slowing down again
Finally stopping, and then going in reverse
Now I am living among the Milanese
Now all my grandparents rise up from their graves

Our house is being reclaimed by the gypsies
All of our dogs are returned to their litters, and then the womb

You and I staying up nights on the futon
Quickly become very strange to each other, you move away
Now I am taking a bus to the ocean
Now I'm asleep on a boat with my sister, and very small

Every parting's the end of a memory
Now I am held in the hands of the midwife
Then I am gone



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Meredith, Metcalf David Edward
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