Such Small Hands

• La Dispute
• Somewhere at the Bottom of the River Between Vega and Altair

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling

I think I saw you in my dreams, you were

Stitching up the seams on every broken promise

That your body couldn’t keep

I think I saw you in my sleep

I thought I heard the door open, oh no

Thought I heard the door open but I only heard it close

I thought I heard a plane crashing

But now I think it was your passion snapping

I think you saw me confronting my fear, it

Went up with the bottle and went down with the beer and

I think you ought to stay away from here

There are ghosts in the walls and they

Crawl in your head through your ear

I think I saw you in my sleep, lover

I think I saw you in my dreams, you were

Stitching up the seams on every mangled promise

That your body couldn’t keep

I think I saw you in my sleep