You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
Li’l Del is walking all alone Li’l Del wants to find her way home.
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
When Anne Carson said– All lovers believe they are inventing love, she was perhaps right
I carry them openly in these calloused hands and hold them out to you could you tell me I'm worthy of love
Do you want my hands / Will they be enough to keep you warm
It is impossible to distinguish when, but I think My loss of faith coincided with your arrival
