Saturday, May 16, 2020

Waxahatchee • Lilacs • 2020



I wake up feeling nothing
Camouflage the wavering sky
I sit at my piano, wander the wild whereby
And the lilacs drank the water
And the lilacs die
And the lilacs drank the water
Marking in the slow, slow, slow passing of time
I get so angry, baby
At something you might say
I dream about an awful stranger
Work my way through the day
I run it like a silent movie
I run it like a violent song
I run it like a voice compelling
So right it can't be wrong


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