John Twist

Music

Pressed in Bloom

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John Twist
2003
John Twist

Lyrics


Pressed in Bloom

I walk a little town
That time forgot
Looking to find
Where the Greyhound stops
Rails gone to rust
And barbed wire faces
The keep out sign
Tells me where
My place is

But I've got a lock
Of her hair
I've got a flower
Pressed in bloom
I've got my memory
Of lying in her bed
In her room
The sun keeps trying
To stare me down
But the moon
She swings me around
And says:
"When are you coming home?"

On a black road
In the night rain
Darkness swirls
Beyond the pane
The driver hums
In the ghostly light
We're both well acquainted
With the night

But I've got a lock
Of her hair
I've got a flower
Pressed in bloom
I've got my memory
Of lying in her bed
In her room
The sun keeps trying
To stare me down
But the moon
She swings me around
And says:
"When are you coming home?"

Wanderlust wore
A ragged edge
I need her
To hold me
As she says
My name

Sweet air
It tastes of home
Valley green
Laid out down below
Cathedral pines
Line the road
Twisted old roots
Deeply grown

I've got my hand
In her hair
I've brought
fresh flowers in bloom
I've got her lying me down
With the kindest of hands
In her bed
In her room
The sun kept trying
To stare me down
But the moon she
Swung me around
And says: "Welcome Home".