Waiting Face

I hate to watch your waiting face Hope in secret i'll stay awake I hate to watch your waiting face My pinkies are clotheslines Dipping to the ground Wavering in north wind Are words that I mouthed In the smaller hours Beyond the shadow of a doubt In the smaller hours The lamplight fills out Sundress with a fallen hem St. Christopher around your neck Looking to me past dripping thread I said we should follow the gulls To someone else's summer home Marigolds grow in seams of Brick and pipe dreams In the smaller hours Beyond the shadow of a doubt In the smaller hours The lamplight fills out Music box silhouettes St. Christopher around your neck Looking to me though my song is cement