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from The Kid Strays by BD Harrington



MORNINGSIDE///Oh we’ll sail upon the wine-coloured sea/And I’ll dress your wounds with guarantees/And I knew the way was through the broken glass/Where I felt myself falling at your feet at last/And all us so-called exiles/Well we’re ready to abide/And all us so-called slaves of morningside/Tie me up with harp strings, ribbons of decay/Let them burn out my eyes as Orion spins away/I don’t care about truth and I don’t bother 'bout love/Just let me feel the weight of that mercy from above/It’s not too late you know/'cause god will set the table/For all us late bloomers of morningside/Let’s go home a different way/Hell, why not go back a different way?/Oh your name is running water/And your toes have been dipped in gold/I’ve just come like this to feel it never growing old/And I’ll give up the purchase of all which was denied me/'cause you the door and you the lock and you the key/But I’ll savour what I can/And I won’t let hunger be the guide/For all us flightless birds of morningside


from The Kid Strays, released April 7, 2010


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