Little Deaths - Emily Barker

On a word I could fly

If it was for you and I

Just a «We'll be fine, my love»

But I look up and down

And find you are not around

Nor the hope I’d hoped you’d find

All the plans that did land

Like butterflies on my hands

Have all now flown from reach

And this luxury

Of fine choice is leaving

A debris of abandoned dream

It’s the little deaths of ideas

That dash me against the rocks

Fill me full of wings

Until my heart stops

Over the wall and into the wild

All is unfamiliar

Give me light, give me laughs

Give me something I can grasp

And a blameless place to hide today

It’s the little deaths of ideas

That dash me against the rocks

Fill me full of wings

Until my heart stops

On a word I could fly

If it was for you and I

Just a «We'll be fine, my love»