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Took a thousand years
Took a thousand years
For the weeds to bend
And the windows shake
I’m always running and I’m always late
I don’t want to say the sun rose for me
But I move, I move, I move, I move
And every time she stands up I do too
Took a dying house
Took a dying house
To lean its way into the lake
While the heron bends and the heron waits
Lake weeds grow from the muck to the sky
In time, in time, in time, in time
So every time they go I stay behind
In the wind, in the weeds, I know
I know she falls in the wind, in the weeds,
I know, I know she falls in the
Wind in the weeds and a tickle my knees
And a dry my shirt on a line in the breeze
I don’t want to say the sun burns for me
But I see, I see, I see, I see
And everything she falls on I believe
Took a wink of her eye
Took a wink of her eye
To send me back to the overgrown shore
Give my boat to the weeds I don’t need it anymore
I’m gonna sit with books that I read before
But didn’t get, didn’t get, didn’t get, didn’t get
So every time they ask I’m not ready yet
Took a thousand years
Took a thousand years
To plant my feet in the knee high grass
For the wind to come but it too shall pass
So I try to pay attention when I got the time
And the mind, and the mind, and the mind, and the mind
But she comes and goes and with her goes the light
In the wind, in the weeds, I know
I know she falls in the wind, in the weeds,
I know, I know she falls in the
Wind in the weeds and a tickle my knees
And a dry my shirt on a line in the breeze
I don’t want to say the sun burns for me
But I see, I see, I see, I see
And everything she falls on I believe
I wanna see myself turning into
Something like the weeds in the wind
Like the weeds in the wind
And the wind in the weeds and a tickle my knees
And a dry my shirt on a line in the breeze
I don’t want to say the sun burns for me
But I see, I see, I see, I see
And everything she falls on
Everything she falls on I believe
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The creek swells in August now
Years after the bridge fell down
We wrote our names on the debris
Cops called it graffiti
A rug-burned boy let minnows chew
Dead white skin that clung onto
The soles of his feet
He fell in love as fast as flies
With trees and suns and big green eyes
And apologized but said some things are staggering
Oh my god he whispered in
Her ear her dress lay on the rocks
At the creek she screamed she said
You swore at me
Gone awhile, gone awhile, gone awhile, I’ll be gone
He kissed her and away she ran
Blue sky behind her dress in hand
Oh my god he said aloud he dove into the creek
His body scraped across the stones
The crayfish stirred the creek-bed moaned
Oh so many things he thought are staggering
She came back down and brought the night
The cool smoke smell the fireflies
And apologized
You, she said, you startled me
The creek swells in August now
Years after the bridge fell down
He wades in to his waist
The current takes him in
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