I go to my old house
The hall is so dark, you could be inside a tree
and you’d never know.
You could be inside a giant’s head, whispering messages
and you’d never know.
You could be inside a giant’s head, whispering messages
into his ears wide open on their hinges.
Nothing you say or do in the dark counts,
not even laughter
not even grabbing your best friend and kissing her.
In the kitchen, there are enough windows to fill up the sun
but not enough chairs to sit on.
Nothing you say or do in the dark counts,
not even laughter
not even grabbing your best friend and kissing her.
In the kitchen, there are enough windows to fill up the sun
but not enough chairs to sit on.
Each season, rotting pears would surround
that tree that tried to climb the hill;
I see it finally got away.
I see my brothers, still walking down the driveway.
that tree that tried to climb the hill;
I see it finally got away.
I see my brothers, still walking down the driveway.