Shock of teal blue
Beneath clouds, gathering
In the line of empty black
On the waves at the horizon
Like a glimpse in a cold, dark space
Where I go when I've been short with you
I'm bad with words
And I have heard the tender things around me
I still break your window
For the immediate relief
To tear apart summers, stuffy and stale rooms
To tear about summers, stuffy and stale rooms
The fresh air and wind and waves
The fresh air and wind and waves
Looking further into the distance the bones in my leg lifted
From their inward curving line
Oh, love escapes the inward line
When you have spoiled it
At the table
Like a child in a fit of protest
Screaming out just to hear your name
Like a child who would break the window
For the fresh air and wind and waves
The fresh air and wind and waves
To tear apart summers, stuffy in stale rooms
To tear apart summers, stuffy in stale rooms
To tear apart summers, stuffy in stale rooms
The fresh air and wind and waves
The fresh air and wind and waves
The fresh air and wind and waves
The fresh air and wind and waves
Creating work for winter
