Stolen Jars Waves
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
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, 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. My
Fingers feel his warmth like
Hers, now touch my throat. My...
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
Then I'm gone
Then I'm gone
I thought I'd settled
On what this was going to be
(Then I'm gone)
A bit of time we'd have now
To keep and hold then leave
Why does this old night feel more mine
Why does this old night feel more mine
(Is it gone?)
Why does this old night feel more mine
Why does this old night feel more mine
(Is it gone am I?)
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
(Why does this old night feel more mine?)
Hold me safe, hold me safe
(Why does this old night feel more mine?)
Hold me safe, hold me safe
(Why does this old night feel more mine?)
(Why does this old night feel more mine?)
