Epoch for H.J.D by The Birthday Letters Lyrics
You saved the best till last
You thought they wouldn't find you
Traced over photographs
Your love, connective tissue
By the hand of god or premonition
In them realms of unreal education
You wanted always to be young and never grow
Traced over phonebooks and postcards and old photos
Gave everything he had
Three dollars for the printer
Lying awake at night
For fear of snowless winters
Or the organ grinder or John Manley
A child of 81 died with no family
When they discovered your cupboards they could not wait
But then you told them their findings were far too late
Holy communion and Vivian girls congregate
Caretaker, myth maker, god figure what is the difference
In us, if we are much more honest
You thought they wouldn't find you
Traced over photographs
Your love, connective tissue
By the hand of god or premonition
In them realms of unreal education
You wanted always to be young and never grow
Traced over phonebooks and postcards and old photos
Gave everything he had
Three dollars for the printer
Lying awake at night
For fear of snowless winters
Or the organ grinder or John Manley
A child of 81 died with no family
When they discovered your cupboards they could not wait
But then you told them their findings were far too late
Holy communion and Vivian girls congregate
Caretaker, myth maker, god figure what is the difference
In us, if we are much more honest