richard thompson
words unspoken, sight unseen
I must leave this tainted place Of slow and hidden pain By all and any means All the past I shall erase And never look again On child’s memories If you’ll have me, truly have me Word Unspoken, Sight Unseen I’m new-born to be your lover Word Unspoken, Sight Unseen Take my trophies from the rack. The medals from my chest The walls wash clean All my life is on my back And swiftness suits me best I’m travelling lean So I come to you a shell Make of me what you must And I shall bend What you need I cannot tell But I shall sweep the dust And patch and mend