Soft Collard Neck

Long look away
Brother and a saint
Thou art left to face
Getting through the days
All the way you slept right there
Folded hands in your lap
Long shadows on your face
Threatening to ring
Well just stay in bed again
Believe in nothing said again
Soft collared neck
Beating back the wind
Through the window in your room
Rain is coming in
Breath's in intervals of two
In the paling light