Pull the Day Apart

The orchard leans against the house Its fingers scratching at the glass A bowl of peaches turning brown And all the hours drifting past

The summer sun is hanging low But nothing underneath will grow And in the silence of the room The afternoon becomes a tomb

You say the walls are breathing slow I watch the shadows come and go And everything we used to know Is sinking somewhere down below

Pull the day apart for me Let the pale fruit stain the sea Take the light and let it go Where the dying flowers grow

Pull the day apart again Wash the sunlight from my skin If the ground gives way below Keep your hand and don't let go

Don't let go Oh, don't let go Don't let go

The hallway bends behind the stairs A paper moon is hanging there You draw a doorway in the dust And leave it open just for us

The windows glow a sickly gold The summer air is growing cold And every face upon the wall Is smiling as the ceilings fall

The clock has lost its little teeth The house exhales beneath our feet And somewhere in the burning sky The sun forgets the reason why

Pull the day apart for me Let the pale fruit stain the sea Take the light and let it go Where the dying flowers grow

Pull the day apart again Wash the sunlight from my skin If the ground gives way below Keep your hand and don't let go

Turn the room around Let the ceiling be the ground Let the walls come tumbling down Without a single sound

All the names we used to know Wash like chalk beneath the flow And if the whole world disappears Will you still be standing here?

Will you still be here? Will you still be here?

Pull the day apart for me! Let the pale fruit stain the sea! Take the light and let it go! Where the dying flowers grow!

Pull the day apart again Wash the sunlight from my skin When the ground gives way below Keep your hand and don't let go!

Don't let go Don't let go Oh, don't let go

The orchard leans against the house The morning settles in its mouth

And all the light is gone