Elpis

The party is over, cry if you want to Retreat to our home where the silence becomes you And all that is left litters tree-lined avenues The mess is outside but all over our windows We can see through ourselves in the gaps in the curtains I'll write down the words to accept all our unknowns On the walls where you paint epitaphs looking over secret gardens and trees The brigades of our sonder If I fixed you, would you hate me? If I fixed you, would you hate me? Needles in tremolo Trembling featherless elbows If I fixed you, would you hate me? But I keep a hope of you coming back home