Letras Suit on a Frame - Joe Henry

Suit on a Frame

There’s a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds\nStitched all together by a murmur of words\nThat hang like a moon in the thread of the air\nAnd speak with the sound of my every prayer\nThere’s a light at the end of the evenings that bring\nA fire that only such hour can sing\nIt slips off the tongue in the trees going bare\nThat lean in to hear your every prayer\nThe past is a dark foreign country that calls\nThat you whisper regret into the cracks of its walls\nThat rise at the border of love and despair\nAnd fall when they’ve heard our every prayer\nAn old woman stands up in a boat with a fan\nSignals the shore with a wave of her hand\nTo a town disappeared and a boy unaware\nThat he wades into reeds with her every prayer\nNow there’s a cut on my cheek that I can’t leave alone\nI reach it to find just how close to the bone\nDoes my skin and my blood allow me to dare\nTo live in the word of my every prayer?\nMy every prayer