AMONG THE LEAVES
SUN KİL MOON
A pillow lays on cold cement, a blanket by a broken vent
She's there a while, and then she's gone
I'm away for weeks, arrive at night
She hears my steps, turns off the light and runs
No mind at all, more space than I need
It's just me among the weeds, among the ghosts, among the leaves
We've never met but she's a girl
Romance paper books
The floor is covered in long blonde curls
On afternoons I walk the graves
The rusted cars, the mine shaft caves
See a girl sadly unkempt, a child of neglect
Under moons I pass the tombs
Cross the highways, smell the fumes
See a girl frighteningly gaunt, somebody didn't want
How do I tell her I don't care, if she sleeps downstairs?
I see her on my errand runs
Looking nervous like a young Mia Farrow
Walking 'long the gas stops
Window browsing pawn shops, guns, bows and arrows
Up on past the Halfway house
Past the signs Eighty South, Buttercup and Carrows
Drinking Wild Irish Rose
At the dead end down the road, sleeping with the sparrows
When evening comes I play guitar
For the planets and the stars
I leave the porch light on like I do when I'm gone
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Basement's yours, have a ball
There's always room for you there... really baby I don't care
She's there a while, and then she's gone
I'm away for weeks, arrive at night
She hears my steps, turns off the light and runs
No mind at all, more space than I need
It's just me among the weeds, among the ghosts, among the leaves
We've never met but she's a girl
Romance paper books
The floor is covered in long blonde curls
On afternoons I walk the graves
The rusted cars, the mine shaft caves
See a girl sadly unkempt, a child of neglect
Under moons I pass the tombs
Cross the highways, smell the fumes
See a girl frighteningly gaunt, somebody didn't want
How do I tell her I don't care, if she sleeps downstairs?
I see her on my errand runs
Looking nervous like a young Mia Farrow
Walking 'long the gas stops
Window browsing pawn shops, guns, bows and arrows
Up on past the Halfway house
Past the signs Eighty South, Buttercup and Carrows
Drinking Wild Irish Rose
At the dead end down the road, sleeping with the sparrows
When evening comes I play guitar
For the planets and the stars
I leave the porch light on like I do when I'm gone
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Basement's yours, have a ball
There's always room for you there... really baby I don't care
