Begin Again - The Ballroom Thieves

I want to be a poet too

Fit as many flowers in my mouth as they do

The readiness is all I need

And I can pack up pretty easy

The ceiling breathes a sigh of smoke

It stares at me and waits 'til I choke

But I don’t

Begin again

Longer the day

Shorter the night

I know I can’t stay

But I still think I might

Bury myself under everything

And just

I am every woman I have met

A hundred horses running in our chest

If I could still dream

Or I could see in the dark

Would you show me your face?

Could I see who you are while you

Take the rest of me?

Take the rest of me

Take the rest of me

Bury me

Bury me

Begin again