Festivals
Elizabeth Powell
Sundown, you're magnificent
Cuss aloud in murderin snow
Wet skin, it was all a win
Use the sound and then let it soak
In around silent light
Sudden feel
It's the way it works
It's the way it was
You like
You like
If your mouth is a festival
There's a song in the way you speak
But around town it's the weight of words
'Cause I'm down in that sea
Every light made of stone
Weight of stone
You're just a wildcard
It's the weight of words
It's the weight of words