Peace-Bridie Jackson and the Arbour
I wake up beside my foe, my anchor long ago
and there are ghosts in every room
I was your spine, you were my skin
These regrets they breathe (and sigh)
There’s no safer place (than the scene of this crime)
No worse than the rest
But deserving peace none the less,
peace none the less
Pins drop like the rain
Your mother sighs again
For songs I no more sing
You are perched so still
With folded wings
These regrets they breathe (and sigh)
There’s no safer place (than the scene of this crime)
No worse than the rest
But deserving peace none the less,
peace none the less