The Bough Bends

[Verse 1: Spoken]

The whole thing

Just a collection of fragments

Bustling, vying, each holding its own constituents

The overall

It's a pragmatist's view

Overall it's going well, it's going okay

Some good ideas badly executed

Best laid plans

These irritating wounds we need to attend to

Again and again

The ecstasy of erasure

Blank and clean

For a moment, a chance

To see what we could have been

To see what we could have been

Our reflections turn away

And I want you so much my clothes hurt me

She smiled this morning

In a big fantastic smile

And I was desperate for that happiness

She leaned and kissed me

And for the moment I didn't care about the rest

[Verse 2: Sung (Spoken)]

The fruit is hanging in November still (Ungiven)

Didn't know the past then or how it would feel (Unyielding)

A block of resin with a scorpion entombed (Impregnable)

A stash of Semtex with the longest fuse (Crackling, hissing)

Pages blackened with a section torn (Avoided and unforgotten)

Pages blackened, yellow and brown (Unsent, useless)

A drop of venom in the Burgundy (Delicious, irresistible)

A knot of sadness in this jubilee (It's the only way down)

It's the only way down (It's the only way down)

It's the only way down (It's the only crossing)

The bough bends, the fruit still hangs (Ungiven, untasted)

I cannot offer my hand (Trembling and empty)

I cannot offer my help (Distractions, distractions, distractions, distractions)

[Verse 3: Spoken (Sung)]

When we are broken

No matter how hard we try

To arrange and fool ourselves

This unforgiveness

Like a disease

We work against its will

The space between too-soon and too-late

Did we miss it?

Has it arrived yet?

We're unsure

Unforgiveness

On a hometown morning

Calls unanswered

We arrived here naked and screaming

Only needed to be held

We only needed to be held (It's all in the lightning)

This unforgiveness (Yellow light)

This self-destruction, self-reconstruction, sexy and alluring (It's in the lightning, moonlight at the bottom)

The clawing and the crumbling, the reconstruction

The love and the loathing of this unforgiveness (It's in the lightning, gotta get out of sodden)