ist - Toothpick Bridge - Released August 17th, 2009
She Clears Her Throat
I hope she’s the sense
The sense to clear her throat
Her tongue torn between disgrace and acclaim
I see her picking threads from the sleeve of her coat
Then clasp the tiny hand stained with my name
I don’t need anyone
To help me come undone
Now that my race is run…
It feels so…
So wrong to go…
So wrong to go…
So wrong to go…
They pour cheap wine, as condolences are mimed
Memoirs mangled, forelocks duly tugged
They cling to preservation, every platter soaked in brine
But I have every inch of this place bugged
I know they’re frightened by
The price of alibis
No one more so than I…
It feels so…
So wrong to go…
So wrong to go…
So wrong to go…
I wish, the grave, were as silent as they say
But there’s a storm that rages overhead
I don’t know if I’m eavesdropping or being made to pay
But I’m privy to each prayer, each tear that’s shed
So I don’t need anyone
To help me come undone
Now that my race is run…
It feels so…
So wrong to go…
So wrong to go…
So wrong to go…
(c) 2009 ist
Lyrics: Hall Music: Hall//Haynes/McCourt/Richardson/Birtles/Barrow
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