Текст Lisa Hannigan – Bookmark

For instance I ask
Where are we going?
As if I were a bookmark
Marking my place

Are we at a beginning
Or near an end
Am I a friend
Am I an unwieldy heroine
A parenthesis
A little did she know
Am I a crow
Am I a gun on the mantle

The instant I asked
There was nothing to say
In the still of the night
In the dust of the day
I will rattle my worries
I will fever and shake
That it it is always
It is always the same
Inside a beginning
There is an end