Weverton

We camped that night under a dead tree Whose limbs had been lost in some other storm We knew about wind, and falling trees But we would not know about this We camped that night under a dead tree Near the edges of a cliff and the grave Of a dead dog once beloved now asleep beneath the dirt Here we lie clinging to this earth Here we lie unshaken from it Here we lie clinging to this earth Here we lie unshaken We knew about wind and falling trees But we would not know about this Winds snuffed the daylight like a candle And night fell suddenly There was no rain. There was no storm as I had known them All was black and the wind turned wild Fist of earth choke the air with a fine grit I press my face into the warmth of your neck Cover my face with your shirt And breath through you Here we lie, clinging to this earth Here we lie, unshaken from it We try our phones but have no bars We must have in our slumber Laid down upon the train tracks I can hear the engines charging down the valley I can hear Diana's hounds calling out for blood I have brought you here And I must be punished I could die of guilt And I am ready to die because you are here beside me I lie on my back and cling to you and the earth We are a lone point of warmth in the cold, cold night The night is a beast racing round The black is a void full of sounds that define fury We are one beating heart and one baited breath I lie on my back and cling to you and the earth And I wait for the punishment that surely must come After the gods have revealed themselves? Here we are Here we are Here we are here we are Here we are here we are here we are Unshaken. Unshaken