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It’s a story tellers day
Cloaked in mist
One that’s perfect for a murder

A saddled pride
Unlikely to lift
A bodies floating on the water

So you look outside
But you’re staying in
Just to fantasise
About what they’re doing

The drumming feet coming up my stairs since Monday
I hold my breath and I hope they’re gone by Thursday
Bang bang rattle knocking at my door
I clench my fist in case they start a war
But I’d rather rest my head till Sunday

Another rainy day
Tap tapping on the pane
You recognise the weather

From castle to shore
Industrial cranes
You start to paint a picture

So you look outside
But you’re staying in
Just to fantasise
About what they’re doing

The drumming feet coming up my stairs since Monday
I hold my breath and I hope they’re gone by Thursday
Bang bang rattle knocking at my door
I clench my fist in case they start a war
But I’d rather rest my head till Sunday


Thoughts of movement coarse through my veins
Ships sound the answer
Close my eyes rest my head on the page
I might sleep till the next chapter

The drumming feet coming up my stairs since Monday
I hold my breath and I hope they’re gone by Thursday
Bang bang rattle knocking at my door
I clench my fist in case they start a war
But I’d rather rest my head till Sunday

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from At The End Of A River, The Sea​.​.​., released October 1, 2012

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