[utensilvirus]

Last night I held your trembling
Your dark burden had wifty stare
That look in your eye was dreadful
On the phone came trouble from someone dear

I’m stuck on the face your carrying
Something's haunted in the way you stare
Come look with me, we'll feel everything
When someone's gone they're somehow everywhere

And it's comforting
No more politics, no more heaviness in the air
Where he's going there's truth in your (hand?)
Your dark burden's not his to bear

That angel had lots of feathers now

And my zero has lots of emptiness
You can swim in it, we can share
My hand will reach up, your love will pour down
From the stars of the priestess hair

That angel had lots of feathers now