they come like little mysteries
feelings unresolved
birds to scattered crusts
upon a window-ledge
and still they come
and all I have to offer
are these crumbs
they come like little mysteries
feelings unresolved
birds to scattered crusts
upon a window-ledge
and still they come
and all I have to offer
are these crumbs
bury it deep
as deep as a sigh
as deep as the sea
but a teardrop wide
as deep as the morning
your lover arrived
bury it deeper
as deep as goodbye