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A Book Laid on Its Binding - Jason Anderson
Our lives twist like woven threads
On an endless loom of time
We will make a quilt that is both lovely
And warm
So when you're shivering dejection
I am unwilling to laugh
Vapors rise
From my brow
We'll stare out on the horizon
That moment where we end
The ocean and sky seem colorless
In times when you forget me
I will find
I always have
My heart belonged to paper
Like songs were gonna to save me
But the characters
Could not stand for me
The daughter of a map maker
And a sea worn fisherman
Tasted the salt
Of a harbor where they wept
This book laid on it's binding
My pages toss in the wind
And dreams race across my ceiling
Like fevers through my head
As i lay down
On my back
I lay down
On my back
