Birthplace

Album cover art for "Birthplace" by Flock of Dimes

Flock of Dimes - Rock

Birthplace

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And I only have this one body But I write and I call when I can And in the dust of the infinite lobby I think of you, my friends And my love is not an object That rusts with lack of use Suited perfectly for its purpose As the day I gave it to you It is a fresh page It is a sharp knife It is a cold call It is an alibi You are a universe of faces Sometimes I go it alone Fill my arms with what I can carry And my body is my home And if I lock on To a strange face I see an ancient sun I see my birthplace And forgive me for my silence I forget the follow through And any lie I ever told you Was to seek a better truth You were the suitcase I never unpacked I am a green shirt that never left your back We live in black and white on a telephone pole I can read the letters, eyes closed

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Writers
  • Jenn Wasner