Singer - Pure Bathing Culture

My mirror remember

The folds in our feathers

The line and the measure

Of the wings of

Of the sender

And all of this has

Passed between us

To crack it open

And release us

Youth was black and blue

But I’m a singer

And time is braided bands

But I would give you rings for every finger

And ribbons for your hair

And do surrender

My darkest endeavours

The fire and the embers

My mirror remembers

That all of this has

Passed between us

To crack it open

And release us

You catch it when you can

Like silver in your hair