Moving
(White)
Press your fingers against the strings
This is where the song begins
Pinch a hair from the tip of your tongue
Close your eyes and fill your lungs
Here is where her neck begins
Feel the blood inside your skin
It's moving
Blink the day from the side of your eyes
Here is where the road meets sky
The turning tyres on the tar
And the shapely shadow of your car
I'm moving through the air that's moving too
That little darkness follows you
Back to where her neck begins
And back to fingers on the strings
That are moving
Moving so fast it goes past
You don't notice it move
Moving so slow that you don't even know that it's moving
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