bundles

and meet me there, bundles of flowers.
we wait through the hours.

winter shall howl at the walls, tearing down the doors of time

shelter as we go.

and promise me this,

you'll only wait for me only, scared of the lonely arms

surface far below these words

maybe, just maybe i'll come home.

who am i? darling to you?
who am i
going to tell you stories of mine
who am i?

who am i? darling to you?
who am i?
could be a burden in time, lonely.
who am i, to you?

i come alone here
i come alone.

here

ben howard - promise