The Bronze Medal - Show Me Land

Sunday morning
With our bare and bony branches, curling
The hails thrown, the beams thin
The soffit shakes, our window’s blurring

And keep your arms tucked in
Keep me talking, keep the branch creaking
From the harbour swing, you can barely see the boat sinking
And all my friends are in love

Autumns forming
Frail unfastened fingers furling
You told me, he’s violent
Voices keep the floorboards humming

You run your fingers through the leaves, show me land
You keep me feeling like I’m weak, wrap me round
You run your fingers through the leaves, show me land
You kept me feeling I was weak