When there's nothing left but silence // When my mind has lost its narrator // When darkness rules and sadness trembles //something beckons, come with.
These Pants Were Made for Walking
You're still alive // but you're fading fast // it's because you can't walk // that you'll never wear them again.
Is there a knowing, I don't know? // To know in my bones // To erase all doubt // To forge a path, with the confidence // That what I know, is right.
Tick, tock, goes the clock // Paying no attention to my pleas // That it should do a somersault // Curl up into itself // Finally find some rest.
I didn't want to, but I did // Held it, held it - yes, that's it! - until it faded // When it went, no one missed it // but me.
The Cold to Come
A time to rest // A time to fly // A time to huddle close // A time to gather courage. // An invisible force is drawing close // Gathering strength, as the Earth's axis tips towards winter.
There's a heart in every woman // known to all by another name // something that can't be fooled // a thing that never breaks.
This Soil of Mine
There's something here, out there // Something here, of mine // For someone who didn't belong // a place there was, for me.
There's something I can't say // Something bothering my mind // Where's this going? it asks // Churns, burns, turns in circles.
I know why it happens // (it's because) // You're magnificent // Brilliant in your aliveness // Pulling us in like gravity.