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I will hang on the hook of your splendour
As the night rolls us up in its arms
In the square of your thumbs and your fingers
Is the blanket of sky that’s so warm
I know it’s late but I can’t help but thinking
That the day hasn’t shown all its cards
Now it’s out to the stars or the ocean
Let’s not retrace our steps to the car

Picking out all the stars that we like between
finger and thumb
You laugh as you pass me the night
As if it’s too fragile to hold
and I hold it so close to my chest with your
hands in my hands
you say this is just how we’ll rest until land turns to sand

now your eyelids they feint and they shiver
like the wings of the last bird to leave
for the south,
for the heat,
for no reason
at all
just to fly for shear joy
though the wind shakes the branches above us
and the cars shake the ground at our backs
but the dark Roman wine in our bloodstreams
makes the cold just a word
just a sound

picking out all the stars that we like between
finger and thumb
you laugh as you pass me the night
as if it’s too fragile to hold
and I hold it so close to my chest with your
hands in my hands
you say this is just how we’ll rest until the land turns to sand

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