This song is a love letter to toss into the fire. Wind comes through the window. Faces carve into the hearth. . Find a soul and feel it. Hearts have hidden rooms.
Fish don't care for a quiet sea. The trees won't give the lightning sky. Who died right from living thin?. We'll throw our gold where water's wide. . When the world grows love in between the words.
I am on a train. You on the road. Eat until the trek. Feeling out communication. I am on the rail. You weren't kneeling still. Eat until the rail for a whale call.
I know you're out there. Out in that weather. It's rainin sideways. A hard rain. . Keepin your head down. Buried in your collar. You press into the head wind.
You can see with your wounded eye. Cross the lone narrow streets at night. Like a car crash fighting for road, we'd rather sleep alone. I've got arms that could hold enough.
when you were a boy you stuck. your thumb inside the light. morning bottle warm. holy compass ready you would run into the wild. into the wild. gathered in its arms.
Why don't we go slow below the Valley Clouds. Our edges worn round and sacred now. All in time, all promises were not the same. We left flowers in the field and our tears were plain.
This tenderness comes as a surprise. Drinking where the riverbed was dry. Trees in the wind trembling with love. . Mad morning light drew you out the door.
Early in the year. Feeling. Fade away. Something has clearly gone today. Don't know what I can do. But I know. I know. I know. . It's the worst way to put you in the song.
I will walk the road as long as the road goes. I will try to dodge the rock the valley throws. Revealer, caught a fever. We all have a sinking stone. .
Ada, my rarest bud from the desert valley. Your hair of fire and skin of snow. Have coursed me to the heights of the desert mountains. In search of the cure for a rampant fever.
All of the falling on the ground. Holder in ground. I lay down a shrine and I. Come with the autumn to tear it down. Orange and brown and I lay a soft.
Stolen crown, pillow down. All tangled in my head. Evening gown, the lights downtown. All dangle in the air. . Gates of heaven open, there is me. On the silverscreen.
Once my love stood still like a stagnant. Well, for so long you could hear. The song of spiders, strumming fiber. Calling her to the web. . My river sits in ebb, the little ones.
In my chest. I have a cage. Wrapped with a golden wreath. In the cage. I have a a bird. Can't present it to give it. For the moment. You return to me.
I'm not a bird. I'm a murder of birds. Shifting my shape. When your tongue finds the words. . Like I hate you when I. Love you the most. Love you the most.
They come and they go, my woes and my joy. I know getting attached to that temporal toil is ignorant. They ebb and they flo, my frowns and my smiles. I know getting attached to that miracle mile is ignorant.
Can I borrow your bones and marrow. Till I get my own. lovely, lovely, lovely bones till I get my own. I won't tell me new friends. That they're on loan.
Can I borrow your bones and marrow. Till I get my own. lovely, lovely, lovely bones till I get my own. I won't tell me new friends. That they're on loan.
And the tall trees all have fell down. And they scattered seeds on the ground. And one is lost and one is found. Water is moving underground. . When I was a young girl.