A Weather - Ducks In A Row

It takes a midnight to
get to a morning
It takes time to put ducks
in a row
too many blankets
and too many dogs
Kick off the covers
uncover your arm
Hold it to my ear like a phone
When the spring will
believe in this leaving
And the leaves will spring up
and blah blah
You said oh my god
I love you and how
Oh did I say that out loud
I don’t want my ears to burn
When the rain came
it sounded like breathing
All banana peels and
I couldn’t fall
Hold the phone
Hold the phone
Hold the phone ‘till the call
It’s the contract of
canyons and mountains
White mountains that
leave you alone
Leave you run down with
soap in your eye
To quietly rise like a cranefly
From here on out I’m on my own
I’m a moisture stain
on the ceiling
I’m a lattice clinging to dust
I’m settling onto your face
And I know full well
you’ll brush me away
And I’ll become water and rust
When the wood smoke
finally found us
Did we really smell it at all
Hold the phone
Hold the phone
Hold the phone till the call
Running easy in barely
there harness
Hold it close and then
leet it all fall
Hold the phone
Hold the phone
Hold the phone till the call
Hold the phone
Hold the phone
Hold the phone till the call
Hold the phone
Hold the phone
Hold the phone till the call