The Sandstorm, I think
I was on the phone with Anahita for a while, and we started to talk about how you should always tell everyone you love them before you hang up, because you could very well die before you speak to them again. I wrote this for everyone I've loved, just in case.
Your voice is like a medicine
Spiralling within itself, all around my head in song
I tell you that I love you so
Just like an angel,
perched alone,
I tell you because you should know
Just like a goddess
smiling in a dream
I never thought I'd see the day that I'd be born again
I never thought I'd see the day that I'd be
born into your arms
A perfect little house in piles
And then you sang to me
A perfect little house on fire
And then your voice rang through the night
And when we die
When the tidal waves wash by
I'll bury my sad face in you
When the moon plummets from the sky
And I'd see you smiling...
And I'd see you smiling...
And I'd see you smiling...
And I'd see you smiling...
just to soothe my heart.