"FRANCES II" lyrics

"FRANCES II"

The way I turned inside myself the day you left
Some things start to seem so easy to accept
You touched my face, you said my name, I held my breath
Was either waiting for whatever happened next

An inherited tradition of turning inside
Of turning every instance over and around in my mind
It's just an avalanche of empty and myself to abide
It don't come easy, but it comes assured
As if the search to find myself was just absurd

When you said you were the one who knew me best
Somethings were never quite so sure were said in jest
I mean I sure parsed out as painful to reflect
On what or who were we persecuting to protect

And on the walls outside my windows catching curious light
So though I walk around our eyes can't tell the day from the night
I wander around my inner halls for fear of going outside
Or a case of caution dismissed and analyzed
Yes just today we've done it all our lives


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