Receipt at Noon

I found your name

On an old bookstore receipt

Folded in my coat

Like a secret I should keep

Coffee steam rising

Through the cracked new light

And the world looked bruised

But I still felt right

I was on shatters

All salt, all ache

'Til the daylight took my hands to shake

I read the past in the paper's crease

Then I let it burn and I let it ease

I'm starting again in lunchtime on silver skies

With a broken heart and a blade of fire in my eyes

If the road turns cold, I won't fold, I won't disappear

I'll wear my scars like a crown and begin

June shelves and the sugar and the cutlery clink

I heard the old fuse, but then I watched it blink

Like a fox in the dusk, like a bruised plume

Like a locked door opening inside the room

You were the storm, I was the quiet shore

Now I'm not asking for the pain anymore

I feel the dust to the hungry light

And the wounded part of me stands up to fight

I'm starting again at lunchtime under silver skies

With a broken heart and a brighter fire in my eyes

If the road turns cruel, I won't fall, I won't disappear

I'll wear my scars like a crown and begin right here

Ooh, let the old ghosts sing

I am not their endless winter

Ooh, let the new day ring

I'm the knife, I'm the ender

I'm starting again at lunchtime under silver skies

With a broken heart and a brighter fire in my eyes

If the road turns cruel, I won't fold, I won't disappear

I'll let my scars take a crown and begin right here