Go back, say I'm not alone.
I've stayed the day
In garden homes, where
Warm hands tell me that it's true
The snow has gone
I'll find with you again
again / again / again
in green we go and over eminence
find up close the limbs they hid from us
crawl on four to reach, but recklessness
makes him flow on soil, we finger dust
hole by hole, we wait for red to pass
when | some earth turns, his eyes shine in the grass
think to grab out just to feel his skin
when the newt crawls right into my hand
no i'm not so old but i know to hold him close my fingers feel his warmth like
hers now touch my throat
When you came it had all gone away been locked up in my head;
I gave it different names to go by;
And outside bright light smoldering,
our legs with wood beneath,
when I was bound to leave in no time.
Then I'm gone ---
I thought I'd settled on what this was going to be -- a bit of time we'd have now to keep
and hold then leave
Is it gone ---
But why does this old night feel more mine
When you came it had all gone away been locked up in my head;
I gave it different names to go by;
And outside bright light smoldering,
our legs with wood beneath,
no I'm not going to leave you this time.
so
hold me safe
I've stayed the day
In garden homes, where
Warm hands tell me that it's true
The snow has gone
I'll find with you again
again / again / again
in green we go and over eminence
find up close the limbs they hid from us
crawl on four to reach, but recklessness
makes him flow on soil, we finger dust
hole by hole, we wait for red to pass
when | some earth turns, his eyes shine in the grass
think to grab out just to feel his skin
when the newt crawls right into my hand
no i'm not so old but i know to hold him close my fingers feel his warmth like
hers now touch my throat
When you came it had all gone away been locked up in my head;
I gave it different names to go by;
And outside bright light smoldering,
our legs with wood beneath,
when I was bound to leave in no time.
Then I'm gone ---
I thought I'd settled on what this was going to be -- a bit of time we'd have now to keep
and hold then leave
Is it gone ---
But why does this old night feel more mine
When you came it had all gone away been locked up in my head;
I gave it different names to go by;
And outside bright light smoldering,
our legs with wood beneath,
no I'm not going to leave you this time.
so
hold me safe