Eliot St.

Send me the notes

I’ve been walking silently

Through the ghosts

Of what we’ve known

They only showed us

The sad signs of our start

Without the growth

It takes some time

Tinsel and ivy

Dear, my love

In another life

Beneath the mire

We’ll forfeit the words

That we once sung

Into the fire…

Oh, I can’t sleep

I’m thinking all too much

Always shaking hands

And never showing up

And I’ve had no luck

I’m floored by all you are

And I can’t be there now

I’m sure that we may change

But are we prepared now?

For all we may be in the talking pool?

For all we may see as we act so cool?

Oh, I can’t sleep

I’m thinking all too much

Always shaking hands

And never showing up

And I’ve had no luck

Don’t be afraid

It’s only a death

I changed my name

I was seventeen

And why was it so hard to love you then?

When I heard you say within a dream

Oh, I can’t sleep

I’m thinking all too much

Always shaking hands

And never showing up

And I’ve had no luck

If you call this a second wind

If you call this flying love

I will catch you in the morning

In the valley of that word