The Fantastic Toes

DOWN LOW

 (words by Tony Rasmussen)

Shut the window quick!

Finger from tongue to wick,

who knows what’s out there in the dark?

 

Implore the sweet unknown

to send your letters home,

who knows? The answer’s in the dark.

 

There’s a place for us, there’s a place for us, (down low)

there’s a place for us to go.

 

Beneath the jasmine boughs, where it’s always cold,

with the earth between our toes.

 

Nothing left to chance,

or else they’ll wander back,

once yours, objects mourn your loss.

 

So drape the mirror there,

and tie your coal black hair

to soothe those who’ve gone across.

 

There’s a place for us, there’s a place for us, (down low)

there’s a place for us to go.

 

Between the garden row, where it’s always cold,

echoes whisper deep and low.

 

Place moonlit tulips and oh, honeycomb,

gifts for the ghost at your door way,

we can go our own way.

 

There’s a place for us, there’s a place for us, (down low)

there’s a place for us to go.

Beneath the jasmine boughs, the deep resounds with echoes froze,

and whispers sweet to the unknown, on our own, all alone.