Thomas - Laura Gibson

Thomas don’t count the hours till morning

I’ll tend the fire, while you sleep on the floor

Dream I’m a dark flock of birds above the backyard

Naked as day

Aching for wisdom

Scar on your thigh, takes the shape of a passenger ship

I Imagine a lake, dark and warm as your mouth

Time bends us, back to when you’re the young man

I see you in the sleeping or

Or I find I am distracted by your innocence gone

Take a life, just to make a new death, honey

I still don’t know where you’ve gone, come on

Tell me, I’ll find you there

Take me stone face

Make my body a cradle

Love me till death or till

I can’t remember

Till I’m just a stranger you met

On your way to oblivion

Time bends us back to when you’re a young man

You’re a lifeline