run the banner down
and hide in the broken palms
til out of the blackness comes
a point of starry light
and a mountain moves
and the pressure drops
snow on your open palms
under a northern star
leave the tape unwound
and the film unthreaded
in a summer rain
where your image isfrozen
and thrown into the lake
where your words rebound
with the way laid out
and your hands on my shoulders
open your mouth
close your eyes
open your mouth
and hide in the broken palms
til out of the blackness comes
a point of starry light
and a mountain moves
and the pressure drops
snow on your open palms
under a northern star
leave the tape unwound
and the film unthreaded
in a summer rain
where your image isfrozen
and thrown into the lake
where your words rebound
with the way laid out
and your hands on my shoulders
open your mouth
close your eyes
open your mouth