#bedshaped

The light begins at your throat. I press my mouth to the pulse, a syllable before sound, a soft theology. You look at me as though reading a forgotten text, some scripture of skin, warmth. We are not lovers here—we are hypotheses, tested against the mercy of touch...

Happy 20 years of Hopes and Fears 🍁🎶

you'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes and on your own bedshaped, your legs are stone you'll knock on my door and up we'll go in white light I don't think so but what do I know, what do I know I know

Long lost tune that I can now not stop listening to. Listening now as an "adult" I get a completely different message from it. And one that resonates all too well.

Keane - ‘Bedshaped’ (Pt. I/II)

you'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes and on your own bed shaped in legs of stone you'll knock on my door and up we'll go in white light