Hushed from Heirloom by Ornamental

Last resort on my way home my phone is dead lost on the parkway
in the wake of night your heart is far away
wrapped up in the moon's sweet light
I sit here think of all your poems
tangled in a web of fear and hate

you can't take it away
I can not stay here
you can't pull it away
I cannot stay here

The moon may be my only solid lover
she's so intriguing she keeps me far from others
on again off again rocking and rolling things do you remember
dancing til we fell on the floor
silent while your mother talk on the phone

I can't pull it away
it keeps finding its way back to my brain
I can't take it away
I can not stay here I'm going home

• Alternative
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