Waning Tide Longing

At the station before morning I held your scarf in my hand

Rain on the roof kept falling Like it knew what we had

planned

You smiled without forgiveness I watched the platform clear

If leaving has a language

I heard it disappear (ahhhh)

I carried all your letters Folded small against my chest The road

bent through the cedars And took away the rest Your name stayed

on the window My breath drew it in frost

A door closed in the distance I counted what was lost (ooh)

Say the road remembers us

Say the house still knows But the lamp is almost empty

And the last bus goes Do not call me back tonight I

will turn to salt and rain

If I hear your voice behind me

I will lose the leaving train Hold my name beneath your tongue

Let it ache but let it stay

We were almost home together Now the road pulls me away (ahhhh)

There was incense in the doorway Ash upon the windowsill

Someone packed the winter blankets Someone left the kettle still

I found the mark your suitcase Made across the wooden floor

Nothing in the room was broken Nothing was the same anymore (ooh)

Jaane bato lamo bhayo Farkine kuraa sano Timro aankhaa samjhi basen Raat

bhari maano

If the moon keeps your secret Let it bury mine too

I became a silent river Running far from you

Do not call me back tonight

I will turn to salt and rain If I hear your voice

behind me I will lose the leaving train Hold my name beneath

your tongue

Let it ache but let it stay

We were almost home together

Now the road pulls me away The road pulls me away

At the edge of morning

I let the platform fade

Your scarf around my shoulders

Your name inside the rain

Do not call me back (ahhhh)