From the recording Blind Spot
Kathy Sparling – vocal, tenor guitarMyles Boisen – electric guitar, effectsLisa Mezzacappa – acoustic bassTim Rowe – drums, effects
First I lost sight, flying blind through the night,Silent circles, wearing a grooveThen by the guiding light of your eyesI touched down just to watch your lips moveThey keep the volume up high so we don’t have to think of that drop from the sky,This brief dance on the brink, every mote, every eye, here then gone in a blink…Won’t you whisper it to me, your breath on my cheekOur senses grown sharper, the softer you speakWaves of sound pound around us, voices raised like a fistI won’t hear a word until you whisper it. Each time that we come here we say it’s the last timeThere must be some place we can talk.Your eyes speak such volumes, each word off the books,Turn it down, honey let’s take a walk.Outside the fog wraps us close, white noise as it drips, now they’re readying boats, As earth loosens its grip, and they’re praying they float, and you’re watching my lips…Let me whisper it to you, my voice soft and lowThe clamor in my heart you must already know. Flood waters surround us, voices drowned bit by bit. Lean closer to my lips, you won’t miss a word, when I whisper it.