Coltrane's out of breath

Lyrics:
The welcome signs are withdrawn. Through laced windows
The cinnamon shops still smell of marigold.
Oh something to drink, to learn, or to pray for;
I've been counting the time by the packs in my coat.

Lift my head
Write my bible in arabesques:
A sacrament in spent matches on the bed.

Don't turn away,
Know some things are meant to stay:
An amber ring, your verse engraved.

Chance left loose change
In the fissures, the sofa frame;
My wish, I'm a wisp in your gaze.

But the lines rang like Coltrane,
I'm awake,
A wisp, a whisper to wane.

Nat Mae
4.4.18

Vocals, Lyrics, Guitar, Bass - Nathaniel Peden
Percussion - Antony Knight
Bass, Production, Aux. Percussion - Robby Pedersen

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