Chris Pureka

Dry the flowers, file the sheet-music,
save me for the fire
I spent the day forgetting
the dream that woke me up
The garden is empty
and I still remember why
I'm so reluctant ot start it again
eternal November
shines through the marrow of me
I never was a very good fighter
they started me young
You always were the very best lover
that I couldn't love
The years they will make you a pretty good runner,
yeah I've been running around all of this time
Shot in the dark, down in the shadows
waiting for when,
yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear...
You were running around so you'd never remember this
fear lights a fire under you
And all you leave behind are the smoke and the ashes
a trail of grey and blue...
Blame me dear for any disaster,
oh how the kerosene ran dry
and we made our bed in that familiar graveyard
between the sternum and the spine
Oh darling I think that all of the answers
went south on the backs of those grey winged birds
or slipped through our finger
while we were sleeping
waiting for when,
yeah just waiting for when the coast is clear...
Along the way the light is the medecine
along the way we search for the sun
to call us down the dark corridor
back into the world...