Fear

Hurricane ghost
Won't you bury my hopes in your arms
Walk on my rope
Bring me words that I choke on surmise
Cold in my throat
Like a breath in the winter sunrise
Baggage claims call
The bane of American eyes

And these aeroplane wings sound like songs that she sings in my ear
Wailing these things that are walking and talking, these fears
Closer to the pride I hear

Hurricane ghost
Won't you bury the coast in the past
Talk to the snow
With words that cut like your eyes
Fighting the hold
Gripping hands on your thighs
Landing abrupt
Wake me from my dreaming mind

And these aeroplane wings sound like songs that she sings in my ear
Wailing these things that are walking and talking, these fears
Closer to the pride I hear
I fear