All Over

Amaya López-Carromero

It’s all over, it's all over
Over, over, over


So much wrong done
So much good will spoilt


Into the hole, we dare not look
There lays the weapon to burn all the truth
Held me so dear, a dead bird in your hands


Want, oh so badly
To end all disguise
To strip off the doubt
To strip all the fouls
Strip all the tiny things
That are better left untied


There are many shadows
In the back of my yard
But from all the tallest
Is the one that you would cast
It has miles inside it
To be lost, scared
And now it has hills and fountains
Mountains sharp, cities drowned


It grows and grows, wide and tall
Stretching out and digging up
All the dead horses you had once fed
You leave a trail behind


Inside me, tiny widows flood
Through tiny windows and doors
Wash out your furniture and home
Your smile an anchor without shore


My body sings while my will rows
But I’ll need none, now it's all
It's all over

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