Brush

from 19 Demos by Rowan Lewis

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Blankets down don’t make the ground hurt less
It just softens the blow
Twists and turns down bridleways
Where no-one else around us ever goes

Fall in step as our thumbs brush
But the moment never seems to come

Scrapes and grazes are currency here
And we’re millionaires
And I’ve heard fortune favours anyone
Who dares

Elbows touch and our thumbs brush
But the moment never seems to come

Brittle grass and the call of the wild
Keep us coming back here
Nature hates keeping secrets but
I think we’re in the clear

Nose to nose, our thumbs brush
And the moment never seems to come

Pollen stills in the air
Your breath is terse
And it’s thirty degrees
But my face is worse
The hour’s breaking its stride
And it’s time to decide
‘cos our hearts are queueing
So who’s gonna go first

Your soft breath in my parting
Oh, it softens the blow
Honesty’s in reach but we
can’t quite let go.

Not yet bold enough
Our thumbs brush
And the moment never seems to come.

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from 19 Demos, released April 22, 2020

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I'm a 20-something songwriter from the UK. These are the things I record in my living room.

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