Bridges coil through borrowed hours
Slow silver slipping past
Mouth your name in window glass
It doesn't stick, it doesn't last
Laughter lifts in quiet waves
Never measured where it lands
Something whole, though never noticed
Years before I even knew
(Years before I even knew)
Bridges coil through borrowed hours
Slow silver slipping past
Mouth your name in window glass
It doesn't stick, it doesn't last
Wires crossing Williamsburg
Wires crossing Williamsburg
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