Funeral Suit
LISA HANNIGAN · At Swim 2016 · Track 10 of 11
Written by Lisa Hannigan
He came by in his funeral suit In an open hearted shade of blue Asked me what I like to do On a July evening
To bermondsey or to shoreditch I said I don't know which is which The night a thread for him to stitch For me, the unbelieving
In the end we just stay in And gesture with our mugs of gin Dance around this borrowed kitchen A stop and start dumb snow
I am a cloud filament We advance in tender increments Between the past and future tense Test the weight of both