Said The Whale Hurricane Ada
Thought I'd seen the last of you You're falling again I'm a roof and I need sun Two feet under I'm done You thought I was the sky Thought the cracked plaster was night Chips of paint reflected light Light upon you Thought my water weight was fine Blended in with ice Im heavy
Out in the woods in the pouring rain Our telephones, well they never ring Our telephones, well they never ring
Is this the worst place you could be Stuck beneath me buried deep I hope this wasn't what you dreamt Elbows up and trying to breathe I thought you were the moon Lying sideways like you do Eyes are craters small and blue Shining brightly Looking simple and serene Talking in your sleep Say goodnight
Out in the woods in the pouring rain Our telephones, well they never ring Our telephones, well they never ring
I must have fallen on you
