Truce Lyrics by Joe Henry
I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor
And I could dig my way free of myself taking more
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I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor
And I could dig my way free of myself taking more
There goes the sun, descending
It’s light in the street, defending
Spirits rise, roll their eyes, ride across the room
Resting in the corner of the hall
I knew you in the winter
Both strange to my perception
Yes, there we were on the floor of your room
Talking at length of your mother
There’s a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds
Stitched all together by a murmur of words