Talking out of Tune
Thea Gilmore
High rise building tiptoes to the ground
I've been shadow boxing
Every whispers that has sounded
I know your body I know your eyes
I know the weight of your wanting it's a heat I recognise
Winter is coming I can feel it on your breath
I've felt this kind of turning it's a familiar emptiness
Somewhere in my history
In the lines on my face
I know that Judas kiss and the bruises that it makes
There are things I know not to assume
When you're talking out of tune
Sundowner sundowner
My work here is done
I'm the artist of confusion
The piper and the drum
I am sleeping beauty
The witch of the west
The inconvenient truth
Wrapped in a pretty dress
