(Will I Be) Breathless
Who wears a dark hood in
Parades and crowds I see
Outlines of their eyes
Who wears a dark hood in
Parades and crowds I see
Effigies and icons
For a fee
Who sinks me in
Into the haze that crawls
Looking back down
I see I'm
Almost
Almost there, dearest
I'm black and blue
I'm howling at the moon
Soon my Rhayader
Shall paint the scene of the flood
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
Constellations unknown
Forbidden astrologies
I know time crafts your warmth
Carved out the silver that
You dusted over my life
Wine-stained lips and a smoke
I'm much too frail
Who drags me in
As the hired gun calls
Look me up and down
You'll see I'm
Almost
Almost there, dearest
I'm black and blue
I'm howling at the moon
Soon my Rhayader
Shall paint the scene of the flood
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
In the morning
I watched you get up
Pour your coffee into my tiny heart
I'm the daybird
That sings and tells
And I won't be back soon, I won't
So look me up and down
You'll see I'm
Almost
Almost there, dearest
I'm black and blue
I'm howling at the moon
Soon my Rhayader
Shall paint the scene of the flood
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
Almost
Almost there, dearest
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
Parades and crowds I see
Outlines of their eyes
Who wears a dark hood in
Parades and crowds I see
Effigies and icons
For a fee
Who sinks me in
Into the haze that crawls
Looking back down
I see I'm
Almost
Almost there, dearest
I'm black and blue
I'm howling at the moon
Soon my Rhayader
Shall paint the scene of the flood
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
Constellations unknown
Forbidden astrologies
I know time crafts your warmth
Carved out the silver that
You dusted over my life
Wine-stained lips and a smoke
I'm much too frail
Who drags me in
As the hired gun calls
Look me up and down
You'll see I'm
Almost
Almost there, dearest
I'm black and blue
I'm howling at the moon
Soon my Rhayader
Shall paint the scene of the flood
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
In the morning
I watched you get up
Pour your coffee into my tiny heart
I'm the daybird
That sings and tells
And I won't be back soon, I won't
So look me up and down
You'll see I'm
Almost
Almost there, dearest
I'm black and blue
I'm howling at the moon
Soon my Rhayader
Shall paint the scene of the flood
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
Almost
Almost there, dearest
Will I be here to speak
Will I be breathless?
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Writer(s): Gabrielle Chesnet
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