Brown Horse - Wisteria Vine

Taken from the new album 'All The Right Weaknesses' by Brown Horse out now on Loose.

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Burnt myself on the hot iron
I went running, school bag flying
I would tell you half of everything
But I don’t have near enough time

Summers last forever
Come and go bad weather
Squint my eye, when it stings
Over my shoulder, wisteria vine

Bored half to death in assembly
I dreamed the classroom was empty
Hands on the coins in my pocket
Waiting here in line

If I could make a suggestion
You could try to answer the question
I remember the day that we got it
Untied thing, wisteria vine

I might’ve known
By the way you changed your tone
Three more bends and home
Friends I couldn’t tell

Light was unstitching
Thin curtains in the kitchen
The night I tend to alone
A little at a time, fall and climb

I learned to count by numbers
The endless, unfolding summers
In the shed pretend I’m grown
If I’d’ve known you were here all the time

Against the glass sunlight pushes
Declaring war on the bushes
Circumstance in your own time
Hangs and grows, wisteria vine

It was late but still light
When you said goodnight
As the hours fled from sight
Lost out in the courtyard

I set myself to concentrating
I played at patiently waiting
The words I learned to write
A little at a time to call them mine

The phone it rang like a tremor
Always as I remember
Get, I’ll catch you yet
In your boat and row clear of mine