money feels like sand between my fingers in this ocean town I buy you a dress made of mirrors I can see my reflection in your fears this morning I miss the way you catch the train blew up in a child's face the snow falls in April and never again will we hold you mother thumb and her four daughters waving goodbye can't be serious with a broken heart and when the sky is clear the air freezes caught in the open all I can do stand and blink and ask you how far I know the answer Christmas Eve the end of Marshall Road waiting the strange warmth I think I hear your car but it is only my ear ringing

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