The more we build the less it lasts
We must start again
The more we build
The calming surface is still rippling
The last reminder of the storm
Now blowing inside another soul
A blinding force
I close my eyes and dream I see I'm drowning
Slowly floating in the stream
All my lonely nights waiting to come out
We hear the locust arrive
Your fingertips are cold and tickling
Your kisses on my neck like little fish
The blackbirds sing of loss and teardrops
The greatest of joys
(We hear the locust arrive)
The forces unknown
We hear the locust arrive
The last reminder of the storm
Now blowing inside another soul
We must start again. To let it out