In the last gasp of your heart
A song you couldn't sing
The words were far too old
The tune was paper thin
But when you were a girl
This song was fresh and loud
You chased it round the school yard
You rode it like a cloud
The birds amongst the rafters
They knew the song by heart
They loved to hear your laughter
They sang the house apart
I heard of you from others
But others loved you less
I climbed inside your records
I climbed inside your dress
I'm seven steps behind you
I'm gathering your breath
I am the jar of echoes
I am the silent death