Bering Strait Songtext
von Moving Boxes

I scrape the moss from the dirt
A sullen brown beneath my feet
It paints my palms
It keeps me calm

Pick the scraps out of my fingernails
Leave remnants of the ground
So I can show you how much I′ve done
How far I've come

I leave a trail of breadcrumbs behind me
Pretend you′re picking them up
Don't dare to turn around and see
The birds carry them off


It's quieter now
The wind stands still in your house
But the smell of orange and lilac lingers
With the memory of how
You would know
The perfect time to let the light in

Standing by the fray
Ignore the petals all wrought with decay
I missed you by a day
Is it too late?

It′s quieter now
The wind stands still in your house
But the smell of orange and lilac lingers
With the memory of how
You would know
The perfect time to let the light in

I still expect the shake of curtains
To betray your open window
But you′re not home

Gather all I am into the space between my clenched hands
(Muster all the courage I can)
And place a new bouquet on your windowsill