Keeper from Terribly Good by Skye Wallace

I woke up singing a song with your name in it,
Set to the beat of the train,
Where I sat in the aisle seat,
My limbs and extremities begging to touch you again.
The sky, it grew lighter,
The morning sun spread across the wide, open fields like a stain.
I never thought of myself as a keeper,
But I'd like you to keep me in place.

Out the window, the trees are brittle and grey,
As I hurtle toward Montreal.
The sickness we live in, it itches and gripes
And it permeates through it all,
But I'd throw all affairs of the world out this window and
Run to you when you call.
I think you can keep me, if anyone can,
If I can be kept at all.

You came out of nowhere,
Like an unbelievable, cliché rendition of fate.
I'm sadder than you are, I've made more mistakes,
And my heart cannot take the world's weight,
But when I'm in your arms, time stands still,
And the whole fucking world can just wait.
I never thought of myself as a keeper,
But I'd do anything to keep you safe.

Now the train whistles elsewhere,
The day's light has changed into shadows that crumple and creep.
My body, at once, feels healthy and raw
As it ebbs between waking and sleep.
The distance between us was bigger than love
And bigger than tears that we weep.
It cannot be here and it cannot be now,
And I cannot be yours to keep.
But I loved you in all of the ways I know how
Though I cannot be yours to keep.

• Alternative
• canadiana
• folk
• folk rock
• hard folk
• indie rock
• Toronto