sisyphus
You know I'd be your Sisyphus
If you asked me
I mean vibrations in the air
Your voice resounding like a
Song inside my ears
Any stone and all my strength
Shoe soles ground down, my palms to bleed
Until forever arrives with thee
Back and forth and back again
My everything, your presence, arms to rest within
Talk to another overheard,
Our relationship history, it seems
I've never looked into your eyes
But I've heard them described to me so very vividly
Still most of my few days
Clouded by sky vague with omnipresent urgency
To tear your name out of the mouth
Of any "they" who would dare to use it lightly
A million versions, most every tongue
And I've been warned that I'm so so very lucky
To have your words, my heart to hide
More than the sum of all that I could ever need
But the span of years, demand of days
Narrated by the plink of a steady leaking
Less and less to give, a growing list, up to my neck
And I don't think it's gonna stop raining
I'll touch your robe if you come close
Whether or not it seems you recognize me
A sea of blood, door posts to coat
I'll tear my throat yelling son of david have mercy
I miss thee
If you asked me
I mean vibrations in the air
Your voice resounding like a
Song inside my ears
Any stone and all my strength
Shoe soles ground down, my palms to bleed
Until forever arrives with thee
Back and forth and back again
My everything, your presence, arms to rest within
Talk to another overheard,
Our relationship history, it seems
I've never looked into your eyes
But I've heard them described to me so very vividly
Still most of my few days
Clouded by sky vague with omnipresent urgency
To tear your name out of the mouth
Of any "they" who would dare to use it lightly
A million versions, most every tongue
And I've been warned that I'm so so very lucky
To have your words, my heart to hide
More than the sum of all that I could ever need
But the span of years, demand of days
Narrated by the plink of a steady leaking
Less and less to give, a growing list, up to my neck
And I don't think it's gonna stop raining
I'll touch your robe if you come close
Whether or not it seems you recognize me
A sea of blood, door posts to coat
I'll tear my throat yelling son of david have mercy
I miss thee
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Writer(s): Max Whittaker
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