I like doors open, windows open,
in the night with the blankets tight.
Downstream, that water’s running.
Waterfall, I hear you coming.
You’re gonna wash all over me,
take me out into the sea.
This bed’s no boat,
we can’t float,
but you come drifting in my dreams.
I tried, but I find…
I come home hungry late at night,
but nothing whets my appetite.
That that would is not good for me;
I go to bed just aching.
Tautline holds a heavy weight.
Big fish don’t take much more bait.
And what I got, I know you’ll take,
I feel this line is gonna break.
All last night I dreamt I slept with you,
your shadow creeping soft into my room.
But morning brings you at my door
for toast and tea
and nothing more.
I tried, but I find…
I watch what you never did,
seeing it through half-closed lids.
Lord I hope you’ll never do
what I think I want you to.
Tautline holds a heavy weight.
Big fish don’t take much more bait.
And what I got, I know you’ll take,
I feel this line is gonna break.
All last night I dreamt I slept with you,
your shadow creeping soft into my room.
But morning brings you at my door
for toast and tea
and nothing more.

Copyright (c) Lizzy Ross 2009