Other Emma Caiman
She thought to see Dragons....

She thought to see Dragons…

She thought to see Dragons, by firelight by moon,
she thought to see dragons, but all that she saw
was the sweep of the bristle, the brushing of the broom

It’s a runaway sadness, this daring to dream
a whispered forgettery, bite at the gleam
Taken in taken under, your heart blown asunder
you reach as you stumble, the heartbeat to fall

She thought to see Dragons, by firelight by moon,
she thought to see dragons, but all that she saw
was the sweep of the bristle, the brushing of the broom

In a call (lost in calling) a fall (lost in falling)
a day drowned at dawning, so brightly the break
forever unmaking the risks that you take,
and a life without risk, sure that’s no life at all

Written sung played and mixed up by Emma