Etched

Single by Brendan Bonsack At this hour of night Leaned over the bridge The river is that place Where two banks never meet The old bikes and trolleys Gone the way of stars Bitten by a singularity This is how the universe speaks In weak knees And stomach lurching The love of the fear Of the love of falling Look, somebody’s scratched In the cold steel railing: “I woz ere, so woz you” I think I may have etched that On some Summer eve In the low of the moon I think I may have etched that When I was younger And it was true At this hour of night Leaned over the edge The mechanical click of the walk Don't walk at the lights It's ritual an echo Stitching our breaths Even when there’s Nobody there This is how the universe speaks In hold please Hold on to something The love of the fall, The fear of the loving Look, somebody’s scratched In the rust of the railing: “Rest in peace, Break on through” I think I may have etched that On some Summers eve In a winter's mood I think I may have etched that When I was younger And it could be true For notes and lyrics, visit brendanbonsack.com/songs/etched © Brendan Bonsack 2024