Our lives twist like woven threads On an endless loom of time We will make a quilt that is both lovely And warm So when youre shivvering dejection I am unwilling to laugh Vapours rise from my brow Well stare out on the horizon That moment where we end The ocean and sky seem colourless In times when you forget me I will find I always have My heart belonged to paper Like songs were going to save But the characters could not stand For me The daughter of a mapmaker And a seaworn fisherman Tasted the salt Of a harbour where they wept This book laid on its binding My pages toss in the wind And dreams race across my ceiling Like freethrows through my head As I lay down I lie on my back I lay down I lie on my back
freethrows, seaworn, shivvering, mapmaker, dejection