Incisions

Talk, and listen
You spin round and round like a weather vane
A series of small incisions
Invisible to your eyes
So opaque in mine

I couldn't live with knowing
That you'd break my fall
But a heart that beats alone
Doesn't mind the cold
It's so easy to say that you've given up hope
Not for me, not now or ever

Talk, and listen
You spin round and round like a weather vane
A series of small incisions
Invisible to your eyes
So opaque in mine

I couldn't live with knowing
That you'd break my fall
But a heart that beats alone
Doesn't mind the cold
It's so easy to say that you've given up hope
Not for me, not now or ever

A day confused in black and white
Fixed a filter into the light
A happy accident, for those who scan the sky
It's far too early, to be this happy



Credits
Writer(s): Barnaby Lanman
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