Bloom

I've been stowed away Out of the rain, needed space For gathering my strength up Cause the light In the morning had been sharp as the knives You used for carving out those words, love And it's been strange sailing these days The nights turn my empty pockets out And fill them with moon, and the wind And the wild, blooming bruise Of beginning again I have kept my mind Because of the people who care for me Buoying my heart up And I have not been saved By cleverness, not mine or yours, love I think it might have burned us So it's been strange sailing these days The nights turn my empty pockets out And fill them with moon, and the wind And the wild, blooming bruise Of beginning again The wild blooming bruise The wild blooming bruise The wild blooming bruise The wild blooming bruise The wild blooming Wild blooming Wild blooming