Pete McDonald: Music

One morning before the sun, early
just after you loved her that way
you let language flow down like a liquid
poured out what you wanted to say.
And what springs from an underground river
and what shines from a gemini moon
what sparks between taker and giver
and turns in a violin tune
and what storms through the still of your body
on the back of a blackbird it flies
and then breaks like a stone through the surface
oh that’s what you see in her eyes.

Her old sheets twist like ghosts on the clothesline
and her hair turns to clouds in your bed
Can’t remember the first time you saw her
but you made her at home in your head.
And her clockface denying the hours
in the occasional bed where you sleep
on the surface of what you remember
both afraid that you’re going too deep
and what flirts with the edge of disaster
and what hints at a coming surprise
and what urges you on to go faster
oh that’s what you see in her eyes.

An underground river is flowing in her eyes
A hurricane is blowing in her eyes
You can see the way you're going
in her eyes

You can see a candle glowing in her eyes
You can feel a storm that's growing in her eyes
You can see the way you're going
in her eyes

And your heritage hidden in music
and the dominant genes that you wear
and the last time you loved her that summer
and the way that she taught you to care
You can tell something’s changing the season
and the science, it sings to your soul
and you’re searching her face for a reason
and a way to climb out of this hole
but what breaks you in waves on her shoreline
and turns resolutions to sighs
and makes you lose sight of horizons
oh that’s what you see in her eyes.