Hangings
Tell me yes or tell me no
Through the noise will now
Whisper slow
Hammock wind or cloud of stone
Shake me narrow, break me bone

Tell me sun, or tell me rain
Tell me fireflies or the spring
Spill on my skin as I write on this page
Your words are so certain

Summer storms, my lonely friends
August news, this paper thin
Shake me living, shake me dead
Hang me like black clouds

Tell me stories, tell me tales
Tell me lies, through sleet and hail
Wake me sleeping, turn the night to rust
Our words are nighttime, I hang like the dusk
Summer storms, my lonely friends
August's news, this paper thin
Shake me living, shake me dead
Hang me like black clouds

Hang me like black clouds
Hang me like black clouds
Your rain fills my pain