Dumcane

Climbing up those church stairs
Hanging on to a handrail
In rhythm with those church bells
Ringing like some angels

You never did save a dance for me
You always kept me in the wings
Of some old burnt beer hall
Waiting for the DJ to call my name

Mouthful of apple
Cotton in my cheeks
Zipper for my legs
I'm always dancing with my wrist
We never did have much to say
Always chewing up that dumcane
But to not say anything at all Felt too insane
So we talked about the rain

Fight like a titan
Swing with your eyes wide
Your hand around a stall?
All those words that you throw

You never did put me in the rain
You always kept me in The crowd
calling out, shouting your name
Who's name they calling now?
Oh and they say it loud

Climbing in the church bench
I hum a hymn for them
In rhythm with the beating
Of an angel heart that sings
If you decide to come my way
Bring plenty of that dumcane
It's not to talk
But just to hear

And if you decide to come my way