Awake Since Eight

divine styler
beauty enterprise
hope and heartache
on the goldsmith street sign

[chorus]
been awake since eight this morning
waiting for you to take my hand
pull my body across the bridge
into the river and back again

chasing snowballs
distant table saw
cut the leash off
of my walnut shell soul

[chorus]

missing edie
green backseat balloon
thickly settled
on the fruit inside you

[chorus]