Single by Brendan Bonsack



Her glistening eyes as round as the moon

Extending to my mouth a spoon of mango chutney

The joyous whole of a day in June on a tongue-tip

Oh how the body surely is a work of magic



Blood orange

Missed Calls

Falling for the love of the fear

Of falling

She is turning and she is saying:

Do you now what's wrong with you?

Absolutely nothing



The glistening moon as round as her eyes

When a love too big for one body it slips into disguises

I am tied at the tongue-tip, an actor forgetting all his lines

And how surprising, this old déjà vu tonight



Blood orange

Missed Calls

Falling for the love of the fear

Of falling

She is turning and she is saying:

Do you now what's wrong with you?

Absolutely nothing

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