Anderson Shelter from Anderson Shelter by Linburn

Building an Anderson shelter in peacetime
Still far too young to look so resigned
A bag under each eye, unwanted suitcases
Did your old man repent, after filling them with worry

Are you afraid one day you might pass his spirit on
Like a cursed torch to a child yet to be born
You never raise your voice, does it feel like he's still listening
I picture you on a plane, assuming the crash position
When nothing bad is happening

Wrestling, are you wrestling
With yourself, day and night
Like I am

Last night you dreamt you shelved your old self
Ventured out into the world as someone else
Discarded your name like keys pushed through the letterbox
Of a tired old house you were glad to see the back of

I wander what you question when you think of me
Is there anything left of who I was when we were seventeen
The bare minimum would be my preference
Now we're chased around by far deeper deep ends
They've turned all the lights on

Wrestling, are you wrestling
With yourself, day and night
Like I am
Scared to get set in my ways again
Like dried out clay
We once could change shape

What has oxidised can be painted over
But to hell with saving what we've shouldered
Let unhappy homes surrender back to nature
And tell me it's not too late for us to get out

Wrestling, are you wrestling
With yourself, day and night
Like I am
We've put ourselves down long enough
I want to feel alive, wasted so much time

Building an Anderson shelter in peacetime
Building an Anderson shelter

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• Glasgow