Window Pane - Houseplants, Daithí, Paul Noonan

I could tell it was you

The way the curtains yanked open

I can taste blood

It tastes like a coin

I could tell it was you

From the quiet complaint of the floorboard

Yeah you know all the sweet spots

And I can hear your eyes

They rolling out loud, they rolling out loud

Look at this here, this here window pane

I can breathe some breath and write your name

Look at this here, this here window pane

I can breathe some breath and write your name

I could tell it was you

Th other side of the drywall

Papr mâché and rockwool

Gossamer thin

Hairdryer on

Hairdryer off

Ablutions in song

The riptide of the morning

Pushing us along

It’s pushing us along