Skinned Knees

PETER

Skinned Knees
PETER

 

Peter, Peter

You to try to explain me

In the shade of the acropolis

Peter, Peter

I am a lost cause
I cannot follow your ramshackle brain

Oh Peter, Peter

Let’s explore the ways

I am known to disappoint


And he grows in his sleep, and I cannot look away

Forgive me, Peter, for the things I’ve done
I cannot look away

 

Please go gently
I’m trying hard not to fall

But your mind is so overgrown

That there’s no light hitting us at all

The deeper we get, the deeper my doubt
Oh Peter it’s too late to turn back now


and you say

 

The water is warm
The marble is cool
The stories are dusty

The city is bleached

Your sandals are torn
This is all very inviting
 

And he grows in his sleep, and I cannot look away
Forgive me, Peter, for the things I’ve done
I cannot look away
 

 

 

 

WRITTEN BY GEORGIA GINNIVAN

PHOTOGRAPHY BY GEORGIA GINNIVAN