Emily Hurd: SONGS

The fire in the corner makes it warmer, makes it home.
With the curtains drawn, the burning dawn has got nowhere to go.
And there ain’t a soul or saint who knows just where you are, so won’t you
Fall back down. Fall back down. Fall back down into her arms?

The early morning traffic’s only static; drown it out.
And the coffee—how you take it—don’t have to make to your mouth.
And the paper’s probably safer just a-laying in the yard, so won’t you
Fall back down. Fall back down. Fall back down into her arms?

BRIDGE
Let me paint this painting so you see it very clear.
The world outside ain’t waiting. Ain’t nobody know you’re here.
Juxtapose the bed with all the trials of the town.
Please. Suppose there’s something to be said for lying round?

You don’t need to be standing on the landing to feel high.
And you don’t need to be working, always earning, to feel pride.
And you don’t need to climb a tree to see the best of stars, so won’t you
Fall back down. Fall back down. Fall back down into her arms?

BRIDGE

You will git the chance to fit your life into a line.
And you will have some ample plans on how to make a dime.
They’ll be time enough without this love that you’ll have to discard, but for now
Fall back down. Fall back down. Fall back down into her arms?


Written by Emily Hurd