The Hour 
© Anna Orhanen
Piano & vocals: Anna Orhanen
Fiddle: Duncan Menzies

There was lust in the four o’clock chime
and the afternoon’s corset became a prismatic orbit, 
expansion to the glorious five, and back 
the loosened silk hitches 
your voice undid

This is the hour when mist becomes a burglar
This is the hour when lights resign
This is the hour of breathing statues
and future’s tombstones lay clean in the rock 

There was lust in the twelve o’clock chime
and my words more famished spread on this bed 
eight hours wide and six deep.
the sable ink hitches 
your voice unleashed

This is the hour when rain becomes a murderer
This is the hour of chalk-framed dreams
This is the hour of naked intent
and our future’s tombstones lay clean in the rock

Clear waters when you’re here again,
this home holds our hearts till the end
and I will find what I meant to say
but this is the hour
of wait