The Bend from Home by Drunk With Joy

THE BEND

Is this how it starts
Is this the bend
Where crumbling rocks
Trick tired hands

Is this how it starts
Is this the bend
Where solid soles
Slip on shifting sand

Is this how it starts
Is this the bend
Where the brush of a breeze,
Makes a boy of a man

Is this how it starts
Is this the bend
No more peaks
Just sky ahead

I know you don’t have the heart
For a slow decline
Let me feel your bones
Let me trace your spine

Is this how it starts
Is this the bend
Where we have to part
To become friends

Is this how it starts
Is this the bend
Get ready for
The great descent.

I know you don’t have the heart
For a slow decline
Let me feel your bones
Let me trace your spine

Just one last time
They’re mine.

© Mila Oshin, 2020

• Alternative
• Wordsmith
• dark electro
• electronica
• socio-political
• United Kingdom