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Edge of the Hour

from wilder sessions by Dear Commonwealth

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Heart like the pen in my hand, it is quivering
Every letter I wrote to the sea was a line
Invisible to the eye, of strong test I hope
Never could stand the thought of anyone catching me
carrying rope

Head in the crest of a wave I am bound for to cave
Slipping out of the cloak in the donning of day
and Swaddled in skin I am cowering, galloping home
and I won’t sing it loud but by whispers you know I’m
succumbing to cold.

Fingers like roots in the sky hanging there to dry
just waiting for soil to rain down from high and I’m
naked I’m drenched and I’m cold and I’m burying bones
surrender my plow in your touch you exhume and you
build them a home.

Hold the cuff of the sleeve
and Pull the cuff off of me
I’m a clock on the edge of the hour
and I tremble

credits

from wilder sessions, released October 6, 2012
Daniel Lobb: Guitar
Cory Todd: Upright bass
Boris Popadiuk: Cello
Jake Flaschen: Trumpet
Duncan Standish: Drums
Josh Rosner: Piano

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