Consuela - Low Water

No pressure / no clues / but no lesser / the blues / i’m walkin' on

eggshells / wearin' sensible shoes / my dark ways / my half-crimes /

my big sways / my last times / i’m turning stock phrases / into gold-

spun rhymes / and the dust that it raises / blurs and borderlines /

well i’d rather be a street sign / or a tightrope wire / than the stretch

of road / that runs between the spires / we got threads to bare / now

that the prayers have been prayed / we got treads to wear / now

that the fares have been paid / consuela, would you name this

desperation?

/the line between the sea and sand can be our

destination…