Veda Hille - Old Song

One, two
Three

I want to write new
It's just an old song
Falling from fingers
Into one colour

I want to write true for you
It's just an old song
Lying in pretty circles
Older than my mother's mother

A song
So sweet
It just slips under the door
A song you'd never notice
Or ask for

I want to write for you
It's just an old song
Wanting upright piano
And stumbling guitar
I want to write true
It's just an old song
To be played over and over
‘Til it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter

A song for easy sleep
Another night you'll never miss
A song to wrap around yourself
Like that cloth, or that kiss

A song to leave you alone
In it's own small echoes
A song to remind you
That in silence sadness grows

I want to write true for you
It's just an old song
Slipping through fingers
Quick as lovers

I want to write new, but
It's just an old song
In slowing circles
You don't notice that it's over