I saw the storm moving in from the west like a cannonball,
And you were the fields of wheat and cotton standing so strong in the wind.
Now the wild horses and oxen have fled to the hills.
Tall grass reaching through the gaps in the wall.
Two beasts guarding your front door.
I'll wait in silence for you to let me in once more.
Kiss me real soft in the darkness, Delicate.
The ghosts in your walls are always watching me.
I saw the sky black as coal and with diamonds for eyes.
There were graves side by side with their bones neatly tied together
Facing each other; a whisper. I heard a whisper.
You were born with a bear's heart, and I was made to tear it apart.
Tracing the veins in your arms like a map.
Two beasts guarding your front door.
I'll wait in silence for you to let me in once more.
Kiss me real soft in the darkness, Delicate.
The ghosts in your walls are always watching me.
THINGS YOU THOUGHT YOU HEARD:
I know where you go, I know where you go when you're alone.
I know where you go when you're afraid.
I remember snow, I remember sitting by the window, falling like ashes in the dark.
I could be a book, that you always read but never finish.
I could be a book that you put down.
I'm not where you go, I'm not where you go when you're alone.
I'm not where you go when you're afraid.
We held the knife and skinned the doe, to build a shelter from the shivering cold,
But I awoke, oceans swelling up my eyes.
The things I'll tell; the things I'll hide.
Listen to the wind, it howls like the hungry wolves screaming.
Listen to the wind because it howls for you.
We can climb the trees even though we hear the branches breaking,
And settle in the leaves until the morning.
This house is not my home, when I am I alone I hear it whisper.
You are not my home and I'm afraid.
I remember shadows. I remember voices trying to tell me,
All the things you thought you heard were real.
We held the knife and skinned the doe, to build a shelter from the shivering cold,
But I awoke, oceans swelling up my eyes.
The things I'll tell; the things I'll hide.
I used to be your home, a cave where you could go when you're alone.
I used to be your home, now I am vacant.
But I can hear you run. I can heard your footsteps through the trees.
I can hear your footsteps hesitating.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI