We were cloaked in the awning of night Or early morning Through the headboard there's a flicker of light And light warning Sophie's on the bunk overhead Reading Mary Oliver While I lay still in my bed That's when I see you there
Fawn, doe, light snow Make me feel alive Make me believe that all my selves align Fawn, doe, light snow Spots on brown of white Make me believe that it is all alright
Your soft face pressed to the wilt First spring sunrise Standing low on quivering stilts In attempting to keep you to stay I am raising no alarm It is just us two alone Then I feel a sigh of wind, your raising eyes The rolling fog that lets you hide And I can hear the rustling as you go Oh, go slow
Fawn, doe, light snow Make me feel alive Make me believe that I don't have to die Fawn, doe, light snow Spots on brown of white Make me believe that there's a God sometimes
The ring around your mother's heart Grows saccharine then falls apart And I can hear the rustling as you go You camouflaged or clearly seen And nameless in the in-between And I can hear the rustling as you go The firing of rifles off The echo hits you hard enough And I can hear the rustling as you go A soft and skittish self inside Shines golden, opal, chrysolite And I can feel the rustling as you go Oh, go slow, a mob of voices harmonize And tell me that you're not alive But I can feel the rustling as you goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
