Sung into the Street - Shearwater

Good morning to the frozen street:

I’m like a dresser full of leaves

My eyes as dry as dust

There is a curtain in my mouth

It opens and a song comes out

I’ve sung the loneliest words

Words into your listening stones

Moss curled and songs

Have twirled their tunes around your bones

Good morning Uncle with your pen

The furniture was born again

At night while you slept in

The room it wrapped around your body

Double pillows held your head

I watched your shrinking skin

And all the lines that fill your face

In were falling into space

There is a light that is so dim

And a hand that pulls you in

When you can’t swim anymore

The freezing water fills your lungs

The weight of waves surrounds your skin

And the outside comes all the way in

Your heart is held inside this box

And we’ve got to turn it off

So please don’t be afraid

The love you gave us will go on

We’ll hold your memory when you’re gone

Your self just can’t be saved

So close your eyes and I’ll turn off your heart

Watch the sick room fall apart

Watch this machine’s counter restart

Uncle, if I could hold your open

Never-broken heart

I would have held it from the start