Your Defender from Stay Haunted by Anselmo the Brave

You never cared for your name 'til you heard her call it out. And in her voice the word assumed a delicate new sound. It once lay without meaning, but now you know for certain. It was chosen just for her to speak - for she could give it purpose. And you long to her it dripping from her lips and falling on your ear. You ask to let her hair down and it showers all around you. Then hidden just behind this surrounding golden curtain the faces are familiar, but they look on one another with a curiosity reserved for wonders just discovered. And you kiss like children learn to kiss: with eyes closed tight. She'd go to jewelry counters alone and try on wedding bands. She'd go to jewelry counters alone to feel the weight on her hand. To feel the weight and all that goes with it. She'd wake in the morning, raise a hand to the sunlight, and conduct the bits of dancing dust suspended in their flight. Then she'd hum a song and once it might have been one that you wrote. (But you know it's not your song, because she stopped listening long ago) Just tell me this once and forget I ever asked. I need to know. What kind of chance would I have had? I need to know.

• Acoustic
• Singer-Songwriter
• folk
• folkish
• mopey
• St. Louis