The Last Great Washington State - Damien Jurado

Never be sorry for the lack of response

Your hand on my arm before we were lost

The horizon just laughed to see us fall off

Your face in a jar I constantly dropped

You have him now but I’ll have you later

The phone is a gossip

The clock is a murderer

My time is her burden

Your voice is his slumber

How long have we been here?

I can’t quite remember my name

I had you pegged as one who would throw me

Away from your shoreline

Into the galaxy

Where moons are a fool

Stars climb eternity

Long after voids

And handwritten destiny

Long after voices return from the telephone

Cut off from color

And leave everyone you know

They’ll let you down

I’ll let you talk into the sky

That he keeps turning off like a light