my fathers hands
the stars at 4AM
a first night in love in the grip of winter
man's magnificent stride
and our portion of the blame
the bitterness of failure
a psalm of forgiveness
the pain of ambition
blood on tooth
a neat diagram
placed next to stream of consciousness scrawl
taking pictures
driving distances to unknown places
being lifted over fences
carried over rocks
and carried over water

just colour me
in your distinction
there's beauty everywhere

and what is it that orchestrates the future
should i be able to conduct her every movement
you would never need worry again
for you make me feel like providing
for you to feel safe and warm
and why are the guiltiest of secrets the most indelible of memories
when all i want to do is remember the pure
my father's hands
its callouses and toil
the colour of the sea
the sun in your hair
the joy of beginning again

just color me
in your distinction
there's beauty everywhere
i am a composition
of the friends i keep and
my geography
my geography

i remember autumn leaves
with your hand in mine
non-persuasive arguments
mouths to feed and loss of ground
a transferance of guilt is always tangiable no matter how
i remember autumn leaves with your hand in mine

my geography
people tell me that i'm alone
recovery

rags to riches
my fathers hands
in everything i have made