Cape Race Bets
You were tied to this bed,
and you're tied to me.
Now you won't survive without one or the other,
so please chew through my limbs while you sleep.
We keep our numbers down, and a hush in our tones.
When it was December who knew we'd remember next year for
the breaks in our bones.
Those clouds coming in are as grey as your skin.
In the lounge where the doctors and nurses swap blank
stares for curses.
The high horses wait to make their moves
With nothing left but red in both your eyes,
I hoped you'd be leaving soon.
So pull the curtains round and make with your goodbyes,
I hope you'll be leaving soon.
When summer arrived, we still got cold.
And the words moved back and forth across your tongue.
Winter's turning into Spring, I remember everything.
