From the album Pop Another Cork
Words by Kate Lovelady, music by Billy Dechand
© 1997 Bucktooth Music (ASCAP)
A lasting kiss, a longing fall, a rusting tree crumbles;
No yellowed charm, no naked scare, no golden
Light recalls a friend
And so we move along
A certain sound, regretful crunch, a frightened ground shifting;
It's just the wind, it fluffs the bed, tonight
We're glad at last to sleep
And then, and then the brighter days
We'll come calling
Calls fall clear through
Still we're always calling
Calls come clear through cold air
A flash of snow, the river breaks, engines worry homeward;
The earth stripped clean, the blankets fall, burrow
In your skin, your joy
Starry as it is
We'll come calling
Calls fall clear through
Still we're always calling
Calls come clear through cold air
