Mourning Dove by Second Harbour
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From the new EP 'Coalesce' out December 12th, 2025
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Video by Second Harbour
Special thanks to Claudia Woodard
Lyrics:
There’s dust here on your welcome mat
The grass is dead, the stairs collapsed
The door’s the same, the window’s cracked
The porch’s paint is peeling back
You never seemed to see to that
I would’ve helped, you seldom asked
Have I earned what you wrought
If you threw the first rock
Am I wasting my breath
If you’re deaf when I talk
You’re fowl and you’ve got
To perch and take stock
You razed your own nest
To spite your own flock
How could you
I was a lot of things
You bade me to fly
But I couldn't grow any wings
And if I had
You would’ve pulled them off and pushed me over
Nobody thought to call it in
No mourning dove
I’m laden with most everything
You’ve ever touched
Believe me, if you box me in
I’ll box it up
I’m getting rid of anything
You’ve ever loved
Will it help you if I bother spelling everything out
Bring the dam walls down and put a dent in the drought
You’ll resent me for the sewage spilling out of my mouth
Why bother straining through the liquid ‘stead of crushing the spout
So put a stop to the leak
Make sure the spout doesn't speak
Another drop and we’ll be drowning for the rest of the week but I
I wanna be bone dry
I think we should both try
Nobody thought to call it in
No mourning dove
I’m laden with most everything
You’ve ever touched
Believe me, if you box me in
I’ll box it up
I’m getting rid of anything
You’ve ever loved
I should've been thrilled
All I’m feeling is angry
Would it’ve killed you
To make some time
Now you’re under the hill
And I’m over the ash tree
I’m missing a life
That was never mine
To miss
You wanted this
So here I am
And where does that leave you
Cause I’m left with quite the view
Nobody thought to call me in
The morning of
I’m laden with most everything
You’ve ever touched
Believe me, if you box me in
I’ll box it up
I’m getting rid of anything
You’ve ever loved
Nobody thought to call me in
Your mourning dove
Shaken, hardly burgeoning
But old enough
So maybe you will keep this in
And keep me up
I’m holding onto everything
You should’ve loved