From the recording Windows
Lyrics
Noticing Place
(Penwell, Sharp)
It’s a little more quiet. A little more wine. I’m down to the angels share and I’m desperate to find the path back to blindness, so hard to retrace from here in the noticing place. There’s a chip in the paint. A spot on the mirror, a cobweb in the corner that could have been there for years and it’s coming into focus, everything but the grace from here in the noticing place. Noticing everything. Everything. Noticing everything. Everything. There’s a scratch in the floorboard. A crack in the glass. A chip in the lightswitch plate. How many times have I passed by and never even noticed, like those lines on my face, but here in the noticing place. Noticing everything. Everything. Noticing everything. Everything. I’m down to the devils cut now I’m stuck in the wood. I’m waiting to notice just how this does me any good. It’s got me wondering would I change it if I could? Noticing everything. Everything. Noticing everything. Everything.