Bloom

I've been stowed away
Out of the rain, needed space
For gathering my strength up
Cause the light
In the morning had been sharp as the knives
You used for carving out those words, love
And it's been strange sailing these days
The nights turn my empty pockets out
And fill them with moon, and the wind
And the wild, blooming bruise
Of beginning again
I have kept my mind
Because of the people who care for me
Buoying my heart up
And I have not been saved
By cleverness, not mine or yours, love
I think it might have burned us
So it's been strange sailing these days
The nights turn my empty pockets out
And fill them with moon, and the wind
And the wild, blooming bruise
Of beginning again

The wild blooming bruise
The wild blooming bruise
The wild blooming bruise
The wild blooming bruise
The wild blooming
Wild blooming
Wild blooming