he came by in his funeral suit in an open hearted shade of blue asked me what i like to do on a july evening to bermondsey or to shoreditch i said i don t know which is which the night a thread for him to stitch for me the unbelieving in the end we just stay in and gesture with our mugs of gin dance around this borrowed kitchen a stop and start dumb show i am a cold filament we advance in tender increments between the past and future tense test the weight of both
['indie folk', 'irish singer-songwriter']