Coffee Coloured Strings - Kirsty McGee

I was waiting by the back door and all the lights were on

Summer was in the air, there was a party going on

Somewhere in the barn of a neighbouring farm

There were lights tied to the trees

On coffee coloured strings

I did not expect to see him like some thomas hardy spectre

But he took me in his one-room house and sent me with a greeting

To the party in the barn of a neighbouring farm

There were lights tied to the trees

On coffee coloured strings

We saw the insects flicker on the window’s golden beam

And at 5am the ground was wet

We were tripping over coffee coloured strings

Seven generations ran their fingers through this soil

A late night last survivor and a party going on

Oh we talked about so many things

The things you read in magazines

And as the talk ran out we watched the stars

We saw the insects flicker on the window’s golden beam

And at 5am the ground was wet

We were tripping over coffee coloured strings