From the recording Many Faces
Lyrics
Bough
By David Husted
V1
Underneath a funeral wreath
Rests a letter be-neath the sill to read, but I can't breathe ;
as the world spins around I break-down
But the me that breathes, is not the me that feels,
The ache, of a groaning tree
Let me be with that me; where
I remember the
Ch1
warm breeze
Upon the bough with your warm heat
Held by a branch with those green, green leaves
Out on a limb
We kissed
We lived
I'd give anything for this
V2
Patterns lock and dissolve, shaped by a world that is gone
Chaos in the amethyst; reflecting
Placed next to the beryl ring and necklace of pearls you see
Inside a coffin; they mean nothing at all without
Your eyes, and your smile, and your mind
Together here in this
Ch2
warm breeze
Upon the bough by your warm heat
Held by a branch by those green, green leaves
Out on a limb
We kissed; We lived