I can hear the rain dripping, the wind’s in the trees
The room fills with smoke and vague memories
Of a place in the country, such a long time ago
I was moving so fast with nowhere to go.
It was in a big room the east end of the house
The wheat fields were silent just the moon rolling out
You were lying beside me you were shedding your skin
just little by little you were easing me in
And we were together, with nothing to lose
so you made me an offer too good to refuse.
I just can’t remember who it was spoke first
Your magic was strong... or was it a curse.
Now the rain keeps falling pull my chair close to the fire
I’m warming my bones in the flames of desire
It’s a long road, I walk such a thin line,
as I gather up the pieces of all that you left behind.
If I touch you will I catch you
is that what you had in mind?
I don’t want burn the memories you left lying around
But they’re keeping me warm as my life’s burning down
credits
from Bent Penny's East End Of The House,
released November 14, 2013
Mark Bannerman - words
Ken Stephenson - vocal, guitars, keyboards
Lee Davidson - drums
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