The Low

I’ve been trying to put this to the back of my mind

I’ve been risking clarity I find

Take me to the low, take me to the low

Take me to the low so I can find my words

Take me to the low, take me to the low

Take me to the low so I can line my footfalls with what I’ve learned

I’ve been walking t’wards the moon, past one

Trying to find some resonation in this conversation she shuns

Why, when I’m standing still, do my colours still run?

Shades of me are bleached from summer’s sun

Take me to the low, take me to the low

Take me to the low so I can find my words

Take me to the low, take me to the low

Take me to the low so I can line my footfalls with what I’ve learned

And what I’ve learned is that I am nothing new

I am nothing new

Take me to the low, take me to the low

Take me to the low so I can hide from myself

Take me to the low, take me to the low

Take me to the low so I can understand this hand I’ve been dealt

Take me to the low, take me to the low

Take me to the low so I can find my words

Take me to the low, take me to the low

Take me to the low so I can line my footfalls with what I’ve learned