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Composed by Allison Crowe

All this shifting of the hours
Moves towards the light
And the presence of the emptiness
Gives up without a fight

And the movement of the river
Goes towards the sea
And my absence of fulfillment
Presents itself to me

These pockets of the sky
Are turbulent at best
We laugh when we are frightened
Not at our own behest

The chattering of spirits
Keeps me wide awake
It isn’t something stolen
But it’s something I can’t take

The sound of screaming beauties
Cry themselves to sleep
Whatever I hold on to
Is nothing I can keep

I run my hands across the stone now
And slowing down my breath
I haven’t gone but I am fading
I scare myself to death

Don’t be scared
It’s just the wind
And the minutes
Don’t know where to begin
We are getting older
But it’s not amounting to anything – *(and it all adds up but who is counting)*
to anything so just let go.

*last time through


from Welcome to Us 1, released April 3, 2018


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