Frail from Lungs Full by James Jefferys

James Jefferys - Frail

A wind whips around the sagging poplars
Makes them look like they've forgotten something -
Straightening above the woman
Mowing the lawn
In a flowing shawl
Still seeking the warmth
She felt when she was born

But nobody is watching her, now
She's not the lure; she's far too frail
Longs for the slobbering on her shoes
Out of nought but gratitude

The kind of trust she once sought
Would make weaker ones combust
And look like they're caught
In a furnace of compromise
Between burning flies
And flesh that fries
From years ago till the end of time

• Acoustic
• Atmospheric
• Experimental
• Junkyard
• Lyrical
• Aarhus