a parking lot outside a church
we are laughing into our sleeves
they’re putting the tea out as the family turns
you’re still hanging from the eaves
I held you in two cupped hands
your feet became unstuck from the sand
you walked back to where you began
I held you in two cupped hands
your brimming eyes were so quick to ignite
tried to revise what I knew about light
your brimming eyes were so quick to ignite
tried to revise what I knew about light
surrounded by a swollen bed
you turned into a satellite
you were born into language, the destruction of dark
but you had sudden perfect sight
I thought about how all bodies end
they looked to see if you would ascend
I felt a calm I didn’t intend
I thought about how all bodies end
your brimming eyes were so quick to ignite
tried to revise what I knew about light
your heavy eyes were so quick to ignite
tried to revise what I knew about light
I held you in two cupped hands
your feet became unstuck from the sand
you walked back to where you began
I held you in two cupped hands
I thought about how all bodies end
they looked to see if you would ascend
I felt a calm I didn’t intend
I thought about how all bodies end
(your brimming eyes were so quick to ignite
tried to revise what I knew about light
your heavy eyes were so quick to ignite
tried to revise what I knew about light)
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Julien Baker is an acquired taste - assuming of course you’ve acquired great taste in singer songwriters… beautiful, devastating, honest, insightful… I’ve not heard a single song of hers that hasn’t left me in absolute awe. crisbroadhurst
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