save a patch of skin
uninterrupted
but keep it surrounded by words you’d like to hear yourself tell others in the night
patched into our skin
something cared for by our mother’s mothers in the cold fight
how the embers pop around as we sleep tangled in the golden night
keeper of secrets, you’ve collected so much from everywhere
what will you do when i run out of things to ask you?
the sounds of your name were meant for these lips
scattered over bluffs and valleys coursing through the hollow cities
it’s in our blood to get along
we settled in past days
you’re in my past from long ago, when soot and ash would sweep out homes
keeper of secrets, you’ve collected so much from everywhere
as you move along, i leave to walk back to my new home
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden