lyrics
I don't know how I can move, I can move this thing forward.
Here is so far from the cool hand of relief.
A dark wood of winter trees with no sense of its borders
You can't see my hand, you won't feel my grief.
I'll be left holding the bag, one end of the phone, a string with no balloon, when I look to find you gone.
Hold onto yourself, you're gonna need, you're gonna need it.
Leave the other stuff by the riverbank and slip inside.
The call from the crowd well you don't, you don't really need it.
The river's dark, the river's wide.
And I'm here holding the bag...
Wild and rough, why have you left the trail?
You're nearer than you were--I'm left here to fail.
I am Beatrice, I am the bold survivor.
I the hand and you the glove.
I am the boat and you are the diver.
As love moves me, I speak because of love.
And I'm left holding the bag...
You're gone
credits
from
Middle Voice,
released November 20, 2017
Kate Fenner--voice, guitar
Tony Scherr--bass, loop, guitar
Shawn Pelton--drums
Norah Jones--piano
Mauro Refosco--percussion
Teddy Kumpel--ambient guitar
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