Tortilla

An earthen tortilla wrapped up in a wooden sleeping bag.
A micro-expression betrays that I am feeling sad.
Branches assembled in a tent filled with embers.
Though the fire goes out, the light is remembered.

A delicate tourniquet hurts a bit, but keeps us from sleep.
The sticky gauze, gives us pause.
We sigh because the wound is too deep.

And I don't want to sleep quite yet.
I might just forget to forget.
I heard your voice calling from the clouds.
But the sky opened up.
The sky opened up - and you were not there.

The canvas starts melting as it mocks our behavior.
The colors we taste are the ones we don't savor.
A tree filled with stones just waiting to fall.
You stood underneath when I felt too small.

A tightened string is everything we need to sing,
So hand me a verse.
I'll play for you, as lovers do.
It's nothing new, but it could be worse.

And I don't want to sleep quite yet.
I might just forget to forget.
I heard your voice calling from the clouds.
But the sky opened up.
The sky opened up - and you were not there.



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Holland, Jennifer Dutiel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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