Hanging in the Eaves

Hold that image of me My arms wide open Dust in soft light and your hands "More wasted plans tonight, but I don't mind" War bond neuroses in an attic flat we just wouldn't leave We're still hanging in the eaves And after years of shaking knees Perfect rehearsal scenes The young warm screams I said I'd leave With such indelicate ease But honey it was you You were always going to turn your head for the last time Back up at the window I hid behind I unravelled Trying to untie the war bond neuroses in an empty flat with a heart that was bursting I didn't know I didn't know then That I'd still fall apart at the thought of your breath Or the turn of your head with a heart filled with symphonies You were always right when you said: "The one who loves least has power instead" I still fall apart at the thought of your breath Or the turn of your head with a heart filled with symphonies You were always right when you said: "The one who loves least has power instead"