Quicksand

There are wires in between

Human heart and machine.

I will wait for mountains

To tell me you're okay…

On paper my future will lay.

I'll fold every failure into a crane.

Trust is quicksand,

Claiming everything I have,

All to give me life, all to give me life.

Slow down, hide your eyes!

The sun is setting fire

Through glass, branches deep.

I cough only to breathe.

Trust is quicksand,

Claiming everything I have,

All to give me life, all to give me life.

One thousand more to go,

I'll send every prayer from below.

I was swallowed by a whale.

Slow down, you're all words

And love is made of yarn.

Scissors,

A slip of the hand, a slip of the tongue;

God knows I meant no harm, I meant no harm.

In between every promise and lie there is a kiss.

In between tempers and suitcases there is a kiss.

In between medicine and the sick there is a kiss.

In between arrows, aim, and release, there is a kiss.

(Anchors in reverse

Lead us back to birth.)