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Tiny Ruins

Ballad Of The Hanging Parcel

 

Ballad Of The Hanging Parcel

(앨범: Brightly Painted One - 2014)


Took a lead weight in tissue white
Stole out my window, scaled a great height
Hung by a thread from the guttering
When the morning came, it was still swinging
A gleaming rock, string vaguely glittering
Because I'd learnt about mass
Plumb lines hurtling down straight, in school
Familiar with the terms, but not the way it looked
All boxed up in freight

Skipping home in the afternoon
Existing still, satisfying and cool
Lay quiet in state with Katie proclaiming it a miracle
'It came out of nowhere,' I cried and she half-knowing I'd lied
It was just a way, it was just a way
A mighty fine way
It was just our way

Now I'm pacing on the balcony
Like a father in waiting to be
A tank-bound fish, that pendulum swish
Dreaming, dreaming of when our next run-in will be
There's an Indian wedding down on the street and
A little boy's fallen asleep on, on the landing
Safe from the knowledge what he'll have a hand in, and
But for all the hands with no candles in, and
The look on your face in the darkening, and
The way it's still figuring
It's just a way
A mighty fine way
It's just a way to sit out the wait
To sit out the wait

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