Lyrics
Copyright © 2002 Douglass Bishop
She arrives at eight AM
French toast or English jam
At arrivals or departures.
Her warm heart and milky skin
I could break her bones with my breath
At arrivals and departures
The faces on the freezer door
Are hers and yours and ours
Her dresses hanging on the floor
While she’s swallowed by the couch
We walk against the wind
Our short longs and feet in the sand
She still can’t skip a stone
Like a boy can
(solo, over verse)
The door is closed and curtains drawn
Her room is empty now
The candles on the cake are gone
Our home feels empty now
She leaves at ten PM
We sit and I breathe her in
At arrivals and departures
Arrivals and departures.