Greying Morning

So these things will grow

Faster when we’re cold

It’s slow love

Every mercy’s new

When we’re worn and used

It’s slow love

Like beggars in the greying morning

These needful hands are reaching for you

We’re beggars bought by suffered gold

We want what little love we hold

So these plans will fall through

When the years build on you

But there’ll be slow love

Cause we are broke and older

Numbed and stumbling over your love

We want what little love is slow