You came like a clause in the chapel, all hush and hammered steel. My bones took the bend of the warning, my pulse learned the way to kneel. Your fingers, failed blueprints folding, your mouth, a latch half-lit; I stood in the wreck while the plaster kept drizzling and called that collapse a fit. If sorrow is salt in the marrow, then love was the wound and the cure; if dawn can be born from the cinder, then why does the smoke endure? Ooooh, your name stays on the tongue Ooooh, like smoke in the throat when the morning comes We were a lock and a splinter a tide-line, a bruise, a lit-match run Ooooh, your name stays on the tongue and I still hum it under my breath I saw spring bite back at the thunder, I saw roses rattle in soot; I watered the dead with my wanting, I begged every stone for a root. But your leaving was honest weather, it stripped the sky down clean; now the wound is a stain on the bedsheet, and the scar is a seam between. If mercy can kneel in the embers, if beauty can bruise and renew, then keep me where nothing is certain, except what the fire can do. Ooooh, your name stays on the tongue Ooooh, like smoke in the throat when the morning comes We were a lock and a splinter a tide-line, a bruise, a lit-match run Ooooh, your name stays on the tongue and I still hum it under my breath I won't call you ruin or mercy, won't polish the blade into prayer; I'll name you the cut in the casing, the pulse under wire and air. If I am left with a hollow, let it ring, let it stay unhealed; some things don't die when they're broken, they learn how to live in the wound. Ooooh, your name stays on the tongue Ooooh, like smoke in the throat when the morning comes We were a lock and a splinter a tide-line, a bruise, a lit-match run Ooooh, your name stays on the tongue and I still hum it under my breath Ooooh, your name stays on the tongue and I will bloom from what remained not sweet, not sainted, just scarred and standing with all that you broke still making a shape I wore the loss like a second skeleton and learned to breathe through the ache Ooooh, your name stays on the tongue and I will bloom from what remained
