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letra de mountain time - a. savage

mountain time wasn’t on my mind that morning
i shot out of bed, you were curled in a ball
the sun was a dim strip of amber across
the edge of the earth and the black oily blue of the sky
i heard your voice ask why
as i wiped the glass dry

well, she mostly draws bulls these days, that’s what i’d say
if ever anyone asked about you
i’d say it used to be horses, before that it was trucks
i’d say next it’s container ships docking below
a v-shape of ducks

but you always belong to yourself
even when you’re not you

every time i try еscaping, i lose
if you were a unit of timе, what would you be called?
everything that’s ever happened, or could happen
tied up like yarn in a ball

somewhere young lovers sneak out secretly
somewhere a ball wrecks a jail to the ground
but nowhere’s like this and nothin’ else is as perfect
that’s the end of this bar after you’ve just sat down
well, i live off paychecks much like you kind folks
who paid just to hear several songs about fire
and i’ve hit hard times, but i’ll still make it work
i’m not one of those jerks who just talk about themselves
they’re often liars

but you always belong to yourself
even when you’re no one

you might wear a disguise, but you’ll never outrun
if we were a unit of mass, what would we float above?
the night and its sound, and the rate that it travels
and the way it unravels as silence

perched like a bird on a glove
dried up like bones in the sand
bleeding like trees in october
bare as the palm of your hand
sweet as an hour going backwards
louder than the wind between planets
tied up like yarn in a ball

- a savage

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