Threshing Machine

We took a picture together

We held the camera in front of us

Your arm was cutting right into the frame

Your smile was for both of us

Something about the way we looked that day

Caught in the act of trying to look away

From the sight of our hands caught in this threshing machine

Do you feel like you've seen anything

Ever at all

We took a walk on the dykes

And walked by the proscenium arches

Paused at the mouth of a rabbit hole

Stared down and wondered how far did it go

Something about the way we talked that day

Caught in the act of trying to look away

From the sight of our hands caught in this threshing machine

Do you feel like you've felt anything

Ever at all

Try to imagine us in a house

Try to imagine us in a car

Try to imagine us staying alive

And not just hiding away in this bar

Something about the way you looked today

Caught in the act of trying to look away

From the sight of your hands caught in this threshing machine

Do you feel like you've done anything

Ever at all

Do you feel like you've said anything

Ever at all