Whole Hard Heart (25.1.24)

The kick from the coffee’s wearing thin
My finger may be broken..tho my heart is healing
There’s holes in my songs
..where the longing sings
Now I’m healing, on my way back to whole x3
And my whole hard heart on the top shelf
..with my moving on goal
The tap runs by itself…running free
Lots of water in this house..we’re drowning
There’s holes in my bed..where I used to sleep
Where the loving hides..and my arms still fold x3
And my whole hard heart on the top shelf
..with my moving on goal
There’s still holes in my songs..holes in my songs..
Where the longing hides his face
Now my whole hard heart bleeds for that empty space
Something’s going on with the plan
While I’m busy tying up the loose ends of that old man
The slow cool beat of the heart’s trace
Now I’m hiding in the bed, on my way back to whole
And my whole hard heart on the top shelf
..with the moving on goal
There’s still holes in my songs…