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THUMBELINA from the collection “Ampersand” by RJT
Pull your hair back, the night is closing down. And dust your skirt off, we’re burning down this town. Til it’s just embers and you remember all the words I said. Do you think we’ve got enough pink left to turn the sky red? Just a smile, yours is a wave against my sand, my heart is stolen yours is contraband and Thumbelina you’ve got me in the palm of your hand. It’s always coming down to this: which direction is up. Heads or tails? The distinction is getting tough so dear nothing’s clear you never seem to be there. You’re just a mermaid I never get to breathe your air. And it always seems that your rose petals are linking. And my love is growing but you keep shrinking. It’s always coming down like this. It’s so hard to explain so you and I hold out our hands and we try and count the rain. Like little kisses short sweet missives until we both lose track Things aren’t turning out as planned but there’s no turning back. From this point on you’ll be here and I’ll be gone.
Written by Ryan J.Tressel
D.Morey: Slide guitar, RJT: Voice and acoustic guitar
Recorded March 2001 to Tascam 4-Track
