Sybris Good Internal Clock
We share dirt, pigeon brick walls and we grit with the
teeth of the beaches, we reach with the arms like
skyscrapers, careful, tiny hands, still in use
with the arms of skyscrapers, careful, sweet bird of
when you speak my name when you speak my name, only two
reasons you ever loved me, say it again
say it again; one because you knew it wouldn't be easy,
two because you tried
you tried
you tried
and you won't say you were, you were falling all over
yourself, but when you talk about it you say, "i was
doing it for myself
