Morning fades

MORNING FADES (D G D G B E, capo 1)

Morning fades through skies so blue, both carried through the night. You’ve been gone, I don’t know where. There’s sand under the bed.

In your hair I have found things that we don’t talk about. I don’t need to know.

 

Morning fades; the light draws in through cracks between ourselves. You are glowing. You don’t even know it. But I do.

I just only found out that gum trees and eucalyptus are basically the same. It’s something we don’t talk about.

 

Out the window I see magpies singing their songs in the trees. They sound much better than me.