Sport and a Pastime

Blown in autumn wind over grassy gloom of the meadow
Look under the rain on those provincial Sundays you walk in
Odyssey that ends with twenty fewer friends and scores of lies
Be again in love, with love that's like a sport and a pastime

Water in a glass, you rise on one elbow to drink it
The streets you never knew were there before today now inside me
Photos from the train, all of them the same. Want to go now?
I'm glad the bitter fog of November strangles all that I might see

Speak unafraid to the ones who fear you
With the voice you drape on the words you say

Uncovered face of an angel dying
Not to be disgraced by time in this place



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Jackson, Dominique Finnegan, Adam Collins, Edward Camphor
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