Waiting Face

I hate to watch your waiting face
Hope in secret i'll stay awake
I hate to watch your waiting face

My pinkies are clotheslines
Dipping to the ground
Wavering in north wind
Are words that I mouthed

In the smaller hours
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
In the smaller hours
The lamplight fills out

Sundress with a fallen hem
St. Christopher around your neck
Looking to me past dripping thread

I said we should follow the gulls
To someone else's summer home
Marigolds grow in seams of
Brick and pipe dreams

In the smaller hours
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
In the smaller hours
The lamplight fills out

Music box silhouettes
St. Christopher around your neck
Looking to me though my song is cement



Credits
Writer(s): Isabella Farmer
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