the slowest Days

(S.Miller/L.Abbott - PRS/MCPS)

 

And I woke in the fog of a memory; in that instant I didn’t know where

But I hid in the crook of your arm ‘til the morning began to appear

The radio was broadcasting the news from some other room somewhere

 

The slowest days bloom silent and grey

I’m just glad you’re here

We pieced together scenes between the ins and outs

All the while your hands folded behind your back

Another bird laughed at the fact we missed the last train

Strangers, green-eyed as I pulled you near

And as we walked you sang a tune you used to know

I hung on every word, so I could fill the gaps

The slowest days bloom silent and grey

I’m just glad you’re here

The slowest days bloom quiet and blue

I’m just glad it’s you

 

One foot at a time you tried a straight line

Give me the slow motion just to hear the sound of you alone

 

The slowest days bloom silent and grey

I’m just glad you’re here

The slowest days bloom quiet and blue

I’m just glad it’s you

© Siobhan Miller