Hannah on beach

if you wrote me a song it would be called home

home inside of new love inside of old love inside of him


home my foot crying out stamping in standing on shores with greedy tears

if you wrote me a song i would crawl inside of you and call you home


grabbing pieces of broken shell the shell she used to find

the purple stripes like that gum she used to chew in this place that was home


and if you wrote me a song please know i would fall into that bowl of pieces of the sea

that embraces a full-blown sexuality that embraces her passion for the sea that embraces


her altar hidden under sand the heart she refuses to pocket

so if you wrote me a song i would push you away into the unclosed circle of my wild heart

and your voice would sing home