Wave Like Home

Gray eyes link these sharp dawns Bird-chested These cornered arms Half-lit, mirthless, marksman O'bending chute and charm I took your portrait from the wall And your picture at the window Sucked your lemon dry and wept Deep in the hall Who would swallow my life? And leave me as a child In the whale I can see the bone And the muscle in dim-light Who would swallow my life? And leave me here to die In these arms I can feel my home Breaking from inside In these arms I can feel my home Breaking from inside Who would swallow my life? And leave me here to die In these arms I can feel my home Breaking from inside --- Wave Like Home - Future Islands