Haven

Hey, dearest breaker
If they look at us they’ll see we wave like flags
Strange how we waver
Holding on to breaths in paper bags
This was a rapture
In every sense the word has been assigned
Breathing to capture
Thinking of new ways we can survive
That’s our religion
Worn as any cloth a family wears
Lorn premonition
Knowing it will tear before it tears
That’s where we’re hidden
A warehouse as abandoned as our cares
Our story’s written
Upon the plywood windows painted there

Oh no the fire’s come and now there’s nowhere left to run
Oh no the fire’s come and now there’s nowhere left

Therein, the echoes
Visit every wall before they die
Havened in ghettos
Kept away from birdsong in the sky
False as forever
Bored of being boarded up and closed
Best that I’ve ever
Better than the nothings that we chose
Still as a memory
Wrapped by Nicodemus in a shroud
Cast like a penny
Offered at an altar like a vow
Seeds cloistered sweetly
Echoing in birdsongs as they sprout
Softly, discreetly
Sing what we would never think aloud

Oh no the fire’s come and now there’s nowhere left to run
Oh no the fire’s come and now there’s nowhere left