I found it at the bottom of a cup
The last taste of you and it came rising on up
Like a siren’s call
In the dim foggy distance
Right behind my bedroom wall
I heard it when we talked on the phone
Ashes where a bridge used to lead all the way home
And then you let me go, and everything settled back
Into a safe and conjured flow
And the flag was at half-mast
Waving a colorless farewell
And whatever your intentions
They’re secrets that you’ll never tell
I held you to a promise you made
One of a handful I watched wither and fade
And it was always unclear
The line between things you despised
And the things you held dear
And so you gave me what was left of my things
Sweet relief, as sweet as the song a bluebird sings
On a soft summer day
And I bet if you listen close enough you’ll hear it coming your way
credits
from Bodega Rose,
released November 21, 2008
Guitar, vocals - Kesang Marstrand
Bass, percussion - Tom Schmidt
Melodica - Karl Berger
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