NOBLEHILL

Show me the scarred doorframe

With your name carved in the paint

All the way down

How tall did you feel

As you followed the alder outside

Now barely a human face to be found on these naked walls

No memory of the rise and fallen empires

Smouldering velvet décor

Our fortune’s small but we’ve nothing to prove

Anything more than the breath we give to

And one day too soon I’m gonna lose you

Barely a grain of the man that arranged me

A stranger awake in your place

The sun wanes on Noblehill

I hear you still in every breeze

A language of rustling leaves

Our fortune’s small but we don’t have to prove

Anything more than the blood that we lose

And one day soon it’s gonna be me too

Carried and buried into the same river as you

With our small fortune