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A Sense of Texture

from GRAK by Twombley Burwash

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lyrics

I’m crawling in at your window
I’m taking care of time
We’re lost like two lonely lovers
But the shifting has begun

I saw you standing there
Coat closed against the wind
Seasons of scents and textures
Skin soft beneath the wool

I've been falling apart
And I can’t see no aura around you
I've been back to the start
And seen sunlight flowing in rivers about you
And I’m down on my knees
I can walk through walls in another dimension
I can still talk to the trees

We’re hiding under a thimble
We’re holding back the edge
We’re in flight with moonbirds and visions
And charging for the sun

So, when shadows call through the night
And stars form clusters in our time
We’ll hear the driftings in parallel
And the circling of our world

I've been falling apart
And I can’t see no aura around you
I've been back to the start
And seen sunlight flowing in rivers about you
And I’m down on my knees
I can walk through walls in another dimension
I can still talk to the trees

Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention
Numbers in my head
Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention
Numbers in my head
I see where they go and I believe in forever
All that remains is the reflection of an echo

Vibrant in space time, still giving
A vision of air somewhere
The poet’s last words on a living tongue
Scoring a dream

Lost to the sound of a beating drum
We’re moving in time
The watchers of the world turn their eyes to us
And daylight takes them all away

Softly then we’ll glide past the shadows here inside
Gray in misty harmony, a white haired builder I would be
Let me take your hand, we’ll draw circles in the sand
Each one a spiral galaxy in Mr Gladstone’s armoury

Out of the blue from a memory
Young lovers to be
We hear the colours grow and turn to melody
A smell of grass in the air

In the dark hours of a winter’s day
Lying in warmth, to take my breath away
The voice of a child across the ages
Is this all I had to say

I’m back at the start of the circle
I've got time to call my own
It only starts when it’s over
And the shifting can begin

I've been falling apart
And I can’t see no aura around you
I've been back to the start
And seen sunlight flowing in rivers about you
And I’m down on my knees
I can walk through walls in another dimension
I can still talk to the trees

Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention
Numbers in my head
Got numbers in my head too crazy to mention
Numbers in my head
I see where they go and I believe in forever
All that remains is the reflection of an echo

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from GRAK, released November 30, 2014

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