The End of Airlie Gardens

from by The Burnt Tapes



I sit here wondering
As it unfolds in front of me
Is this the kind of love
I heard about in Casey?
The kind of bullshit
That starves this misery
The kind that would “dance inside of me”

If the wind, and the water
Carried us away
With a note you wrote of all the things that I could never be
If our bodies washed up battered on the shore
Would our knot hold tighter than before?

Is this what’s meant for me?
Will I be ready?
Will we sit back to drink
In some far off city?
And have our own ceremony
To kill off any thought that we love this misery

If the wind, and the water
Carried me away
Would you wait on the shore while the ocean buried me?

‘cause I will be
Gone before too long
‘cause I will be
Home before the autumn
You'll still be sitting home with ghosts
Dreaming of my broken bones


from Alterations, released June 2, 2017



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