May we not grow weary May we not be sold May I lean into you Till they send me home
And the house came alive in the heat All the curtains sucked to the screens Then they billowed back out into the hallways As if our house was breathing
And the floor boards creak in the stairwell Conversationally But I was out the back in the garden Waiting for you to come home to me
And your nightdress left on the floor While you were in the bath downstairs And I held the cloth to my face And I filled my lungs with your scent
Because we knew that I’d be leaving And we knew that you’d stay home It was as if our house was grieving As I just stood there breathing you inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
