Floor Pile - Shannon Wright

I stood inside your pool in some palm setting reel

A picture on a screen there sat you and me And i comb the wire for a lock of papier-mache

I build a tower for you to portray

You let go of my hand and acted like we never touched

Like some harbour a ship never brushed

I am the floor pile walk over me My light has grown tired paint over me All at once i just can’t abide i fear

On the cobble swims a king with a hearty smile