The Waning of the Sun (feat. One More Chorus) [Live]

Strange light, evensong, river gums paint On the glassy Murray We've been smoking and the silty dust Straps our feet, bare as a baby If this day was the last, I'd have been happier Than I ever thought I'd be And I'll suspend all that needs to be tended to To watch the waning sun of January How I wish I could live in my hindsight Safe in the prism of the past I was melancholic even as a child I would yearn for days older To feel tugs on lines already cast I feel it in my throat That's where my sadness sleeps and grows When I let it It makes it hard to swallow without tears pushing Under the waning sun of January My ancestors were always been songs in my neck Northerners and Irish, the cold and the coal They waited in me 'til I was quiet enough They sang together until their sadness was still I am their keeper of their best and their worst They flow through me, all their songs and their thirsts All that they gave me, all of my choices My head's full of a choir of a thousand voices, ooh