True from The Moat by Nathaniel Bellows

True

I’ve been waiting
Closed and caved in
Oh, my love
Oh, my love
It’s calm
It’s cruel
It’s clean
Oh, I want
To be true
To me

Laid in state
No. Lie under
Maples
Here’s my soul
Roped
In clover
Drying in the dew
Of this day
Oh, I want
To be true
To me

Oh, my god
The line will never lead
To what they want
One by one they come
In numbers, hundreds
One
To tie me to the ground
Til all the odd and wonder
Empties out
Til all the color combinations
Cloud

Here’s my heart
Stalwart soldiers
Bargaining
the moon
As it fades
Oh, I want
to be true
To me

Oh, my god
The dawn will still deserve
It’s cup of stars
One by one they come
In numbers, hundreds
One
To tie me to the ground
Til all the odd and wonder
Empties out
Til all the color combinations
Cloud

Here’s my voice
Choking gold dust
Arguing the rule
As it lays
Oh, I want
to be true
To me
Oh, now I’ve
Seen it
Saw it
Live

• Folk
• acoustic guitar
• singer-songwriter
• voice
• writing
• New York