Letras
On the eve of your departure
I sat beside you on the kitchen floor
You said, "Darkness has no virtue of its own
It's only darkness, what is lost is lost"
You were tired of metaphor
I once crawled along the ruins
Found you up above the timberline
Where the mountain stood before us like a bride
Narrow wide, the sun was honeycomb
It turned your white hair gold
I don't want your voice to move me
I don't want to be cracked open
I don't want the knot to loosen in my throat
To place a landmine down a rabbit hole
I'm no pale-faced saint
I'm like a dog always barking at a ghost
You know I don't go easy
I never made a myth of your disease
I hedged my bets with every soul I ever loved
Except for one
Honey, all I know of hope is throwing stones into the void
I don't want your voice to move me
I don't want to be cracked open
I don't want the broken headlight flicker
The bright pines, the silver sigh of the moon behind you
When I find you, driftwood bones in fog and smoke
The pull of the yoke, a knotted oak, a joke
A hymn we only spoke and never sung
Those of us born in loss
You know we only trust the line on the horizon
When I find you
I don't want your voice to move me