A Kind Tongue

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A Kind Tongue

I saw myself reflected in a flooded ditch tonight
I was a trembling silhouette against a cold, empty sky
I’ve been really feeling down, in need of a kind tongue
No good by myself, I can’t do it own my own.

We’re treading heavily in the winter mud
Bogged down in it like we said that we’d never become
In straying from the path, we got a thousand little cuts
We’re bleeding in the brush

Well I’m leaning, but you’re too far away
I won’t pin it on you, but I’m not ready to share the blame
From a distance I can tell that you feel the same
It’s hard to adjust what comes with age but it doesn’t have to be this way

I saw your shadow, limping on the street
I smelled blood on your flanks, and the rawness of your feet
Something is lurking, behind you in the wind
I gave off soft calls, but you never heard them

We’re treading heavily in the winter mud
Bogged down in it like we said that we’d never become
In straying from the past, we got a thousand little cuts
We’re bleeding in the brush

Well I’m leaning, but you’re too far away
I won’t pin it on you, but I’m not ready to share the blame
From a distance I can tell that you feel the same
It’s hard to adjust what comes with age but it doesn’t have to be this way

credits

from Electric Alone, track released April 22, 2014

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