weave from bridges & ashes by Jai Mohan

i broke a mirror in my parents' house when i was 7
the pieces kinda looked like you
i broke another five years later and at seventeen
and one more fell at 22, ooh,

strange, strange luck woven around me
strings of fate they surround me
22 when you found me


i drop like a stone to the ripple of you,
and the splash makes a mess out of me
i yeet myself over the precipice, yes,
i want you to fall into me

you cover me like a shield to keep me from despair
i would at least bear your weight
i would weave us together, weave my hands into your hair,
your love into my fate

strange, strange luck woven around me
strings of fate they surround me
broke my fetters, and bound me


i drop like a stone to the ripple of you,
and the splash makes a mess out of me
i yeet myself over the precipice, yes,
i want you to fall into me

i fall like a hailstone into the earth,
like a meteor into the sparkling sea
i hurtle into the vast great unknown,
i fall into all we will be

and it was awful it was bad
it will be bad again
but you warm me when it gets cold
you cover me up in your cloak

i hold you like a fermata
and i rest
and you turn my grief to gold
you watch me heal, until
i can picture getting old



let me be your anchor
to keep you with me, and to hold you
let me be your ship, your sail
let me be your harbor, love
let me be the dock where you
pull in for the night

let me be your comfort
a nest high up on the World Tree
let me be your branch, your rooftop
a safe place for you to land
a picture in your tapestry—
weave yourself into me

let me be your fermata
hold me when you rest
pound me like a drumbeat, lover!
write me in at every phrase;
breathe inspiration to my songs;
and sing with me
i tie your love into the web i weave

• Alternative
• classical crossover
• indie pop
• queer
• singer-songwriter
• vocal
• New York