Thieves EP

Near a little garden flowers wild grasses A body's in the casket Milk is in the carton Coffee's on the brew And cars quietly pass As people here for last respects Collect to view The face of the deceased All emptied of emotion Waiting for distortions

You left some of your sweetness On my tongue in that evening With your husband and me I can't wait I made a book of the hour I let you out of the tower Through the murderous crowd Let the bombs fall so loud I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait I ca

There's a mark where you were breathing On the whitened window pane And the snow collects in shadows On this ordinary day But I've gone away I've gone away There's a bird where I lay dreaming When you came to change the sheets And the rooms where we