Elbow - Colour fields
All clearGood LordDid well to be ignoredYour falling temperatureLike cooling kissesAll through your headA made-up water’s edgeA summer gone on tabling fabled blissesI’d love to see you wavingFrom the far side of the swimGathered in by a waiting troop of the open- heartedWhere colour field meets canvasAnd the picture breathes you inWhere all the stories meant for you have already startedBright girl, dead townWalking tall but blown aroundThe secret chainmail gown of your father’s blessingBright girl, dead townOpen mouths for miles aroundI still see you keeping those dough boys guessing
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