NIGH

Petulant is the murmur of ribs
And thirsty is my sight:
A trying combination, I’d say—
I say the end is nigh

Nigh, nigh, nigh
Joy and calm I’ll have
Nigh, nigh, nigh
Love, will you give me half?

There is a hold I’ve never not grasped
Two hands I’ve always held
Though, if my body’s too unopened
I wish you deeper wells

As I would lift you, skies are too low
For I would raise you high:
A trying combination, I’d say—
I say the end is nigh

Nigh, nigh, nigh
Joy and calm I’ll have
Nigh, nigh, nigh
Love, will you give me half?

I have a need and I have a want
I did not know grew so grand
The land of my chest is the pedestal
And there is where you stand
For I placed you there
I placed you there with scented air
And there, ’til the end is nigh
There you will ever stand

Nigh, nigh, nigh
Joy and calm I’ll have
Nigh, nigh, nigh
Love, will you give me half?

Joy and calm I’ll have
Love, will you give me half?

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