Thoughts on a Picture (In a Paper, January 2009) - Broken Records

And tell me

Are you skin-soaked?

And tell me

Does your face look old?

Are your eyes red

From your tears shed?

Oh tell me

Do you feel let down?

And torches

Will not guide you

When conscience cannot lead you on

Are you safer

With the night claimed (??)

Well tell me

Will you just go home?

And say you’ll never let it go

Say you’ll never let it go

And if the winters are long

And they are cold

Say you’ll never let it go

Oh this promise

Well it’s binding

Oh this promise

Will not leave you no

And say you’ll never let it go

Say you’ll never let it go

And if the winters are long

And they are cold

Say you’ll never let it go

If the righteous steal your bones