Curtains - Hem

I found a well

Lost for many years

It tasted sweet I soaked my feet

And I was on my way

I could see him from the Main Road

In the flames of the hotel

A darkened sky

That carried my farewell

I traveled south

Across the Iron Bridge

I passed the signs and tangled vines

And I was on my way

Sent him voices on a postcard

So he would not know I’d gone —

A folded bird that all my words fell on

Said: «No sunlight on your window

No movement on your wall

Strip away these sad old curtains

And hear me call»

It was a year

When I thought of him

Where I had gone what I had done

And I was on my way

In the fall I’ve dreamt of rescues

And my eyes began to burn

One final lie

That swallowed my return

Where there’s no hero at your window

There ain’t no postcards on your wall

But I’ll strip away these sad old curtains

And hear you call