Time
Rain
Can I borrow your time?
Am I losing my mind?
My skin is aching
My brittle bones are breaking, breaking
It’s so bracing outside
Showers and showers of unhappiness
Pulling air to the little little tunnels in my brain
I can hear the familiar VOICES rumble, rumble
I can feel my LIFE in those hand tremble, tremble
Delicate with me, delicate for
Delicate is easy, delicate is more
I had a dream that I had heavy feet
And that kept you from her sleep
I had a dream that I was gushing streets alone
I had a dream that I was told to keep
Oh, wash it from her sleep
Had a dream husbands did stripped the widow’s bones