Does this trip start with you
or spring somewhere in me
there is an urgency of need
I can’t seem to abandon
My fingers on the button
clawing at your door, heart thumping
will you answer all this longing
let me cross the line, trespassing
Calling by, I’m calling by
that ancient question in my eye
and you can tell, you can smell
that I’ve been drinking
you know me
I don’t act without reason
a song as old as time
sung by my insides
You don’t close the door
you don’t tell me to go back to her
just study the mat for a full half-minute
then shake your head, crack a smile
‘we’re trespassers’ you say
and lead me up the stairs
I’ve been longing for this thing
I’ve been looking for what’s been missing
I’ve been down a few roads now
you’re the only way that works
you’re the only way I know
Sunday morning
there’s no escaping
it’s written every way I turn
trespassing, this foreign skin
how madly I wanted it
Trespassing
the only road I know
trespassing
you’re the only road I know…
[2017]
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