THE SHAPE OF YOUR NAME
(Heath Cullen)
The shape of your name
is a picture I know
like a face in the crowd
wherever I go
now shadows are calling
the light and it throws
the shape of your name
like a picture I know
It’s a broken line
it’s a tune I’ve heard
a thousand times
I know every word
the party is over
the bells all have rung
the shape of your name
like a song on my tongue
A southbound train
and a sky of birds
they rattle above
like a murmur of words
they light all around
and darken the sky
in the shape of your name
like a beautiful lie
It’s an honest game
that we’ve always played
a heart is a heart
a spade is a spade
but the world don’t tell
the reason it turns
the shape of your name
is a habit I’ve learned
The world don’t tell
the reason it turns
the shape of your name
is a habit I’ve learned