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Undone - David Tennant
Welcome to the late night tales story undone
Written by Anam Sufi
Read by David Tennant
Here is the truth
Exactly how I remember it
And perhaps in being so it is inevitably undone
Here when the hour is late and the bottle long gone
Where thoughts like constellations blur in and out of focus
Nothing more than buoyant memories aqueous melancholy
The shoreline recedes into darkness
Betraying grains of the past
They catch light of the moon
Giving song and sparkle to this late night tale
Here's the truth I swear
Word for word picking through a pile of sedimentary emotion
The crackle of fire the cold in my bones
And the pitter patter of rain takes me back
Echoes of footfalls crushing fallen leaves
All that's left of the yellow wood
Racing back in time
Back to where it all started the beginning of the end
We'd set up camp between risk and consequence
Reckless in a way that only youth can know
Our hearts a cursor pulsing
Eager to forge the story of our lives
There was no such thing as a photo without flash
A song without bass or too much faith in the future
Little did we know
What happened over what is felt is of little consequence
The sheer impact of remaining impervious to desire
You to me a hem caught by a hook in time
Inexplicably attached like the deadweight subscription of newspapers
In a digital world of click stories and shot glass love affairs
The orchestra of our past carries on listlessly
Erratic yet somehow segued like time
And all of our choices embalmed incubate the senses
The smell of your skin the sound of your breath
The question mark curve in your ear
Now these seem hollow like the nape of your neck
Where once I touched and felt you
Alas remember the end
Outside the Admiral I inhaled I exhaled reflecting
I didn't notice you arrive
But you stood there alongside me as the rain fell down
I don't think this was a good idea I said lying
You shuffled your weight on both feet and
I knew you wanted to say something
I didn't let you and you disappeared
Like mist suspended in sight betrayed by my grasp
How I wish I'd run after you and said
Hold me like you would a photograph
From the edges and lightly
Because anything more and I'd be stained sullied by
The desire of what would always and inevitably leave me undone
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