Careful Hands - Sleeping At Last

Put your coat on, this city trembles

Keep your chin up, as you untangle God

From cold blood and bruises

We are X-rays of something broken

Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:

An orchestration Of dissonance and innocent surrender

When our color dies

We will bury the ashes of time

And we will earn new eyes

Wrists get tired rewriting futures

Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit

We are creatures of habit

Only with careful hands

We’ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures

Only with careful hands

We’ll divide the prisoner

From the pioneer

Clever beauty

Umbrellas folding

In architecture, our lines will measure

A map to find us

Blue ink will guide us home

Cranes are creeping, lifting metal

We will find new ways to settle

Tipping scales from the killer to its prey

I can feel the weight around us

Climbing every rib inside us

A sanctuary in a lion’s mouth