Pickering Pick
On a Limb
What you thought was a brand new lightWas really fallen from some ancient starIt's gathered in a frozen comet tailHurtling down to where you areI could walk out on a narrow ledgeI could go out on a limbBut what's the point of being with herWhen she wants to be with him?The sparrow that you held in your handBecame a black crow in your mouthAnd the water that's baptizing youHas begun to wash you outI could ford the river at its deepest pointI could go out on a limbBut what's the point of making future plansWhen she wants to be with him?Can you find yourself another oneTo grow inside your garden walls?Will you show him to the outside worldWhen your spirit falls?I could float across the oceanI could go out on a limbBut what's the point of being hereWhen she wants to be with him?
From Letras Mania