Tell Me, Where Do I Begin? - Will Stratton

Tell me--where do i begin?

With your lips, with your hair or with your skin?

All three fall as hard as stone

Into the hour of the snow

Tell me--what do i see first?

The scythe, the sickle, or the curse?

All three come up from the ground

And spread, so pretty and so brown

Tell me--what comes next?

Is it the hour of love or the hour of the hex?

Both thaw in summer but harden in the cold

It’s time to let them settle, and together they’ll grow old

Tell me--where do I leave off?

With the scythe, the sickle, or the cloth?

All three replenish what is gone

The aftertaste of wormwood, the ending of a song