Oh those men they frighten me
with their talk of cars and guns
and I was hoping you might comfort me
with sense and eyes and skin
breathing is the moment
it’s the moment caught inside of you
it’s the purging of the past
so when I lie beside you breathing
the moment’s all I ask
yeah the moment’s all I ask
Oh those men they frighten me
when they talk their righteous talk
they took out a church my Grandfather’s spring
and hush now baby, you know they can not bulldoze everything
breathing in your hair
I hold you here in my heart
I ask you to hold me there as well
I’m weeping
it’s like satin slipping glass
it’s like the moment is slipping past
and this moment is all I have
sharp wit shatters silence
and sharp wit shatters bone
I sense frustration in you
under-estimated
I’m cutting up the time like a clock
keep your voice beneath me
I know it keeps your breathing easy
but keep your voice beneath me
because you know you still are breathing
and oh you know you frighten me
with your talk of boys and fun
and I was hoping you might comfort me
I was hoping you might cover
I was hoping you might breathe with me
I was hoping you might breathe.
©2000 rob hinkal
