Inside your room there's 40 few Remaining figures of new moons To curve around your axle heart In hopes that something new will start They're winding down they're closing ranks To rest another 30 days You lay and watch them wax and glow You hold them in your hand and let them
A kid half my age Baby's breath and meadow sage Clutched in her hands like trophy game Just like the wild world was tame Was granted home and tender care Into an awkward piece of ware Three-quarters full or quarter-drained And both adversely sure how long they will sustain
My eyes greet hers and hers do mine And then the room becomes her shrine An older ma'am sets herself straight And then she smiles with 88 Remembered loves and morning suns Until her woven heart was sung Her fingers dropped like falling rain The entire room awash with the sustain
You always said that you don't dance But then a heel turn to a shadow stance I'm rung like sodden cloth And the autumn leaves turn over Across your floor, into the hall And I've declined into a crawl And you decompress and fall away But this floor is raised on beams of trust And there's room enough for both of us, so stay Sustain
Inside your room there's 40 few Remaining figures of new moons To curve around your axle heart In hopes that something new will start The things you grow are set to die You cling to them with knuckles white So wind me up, to clear the floor And I don't know if I know love no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
