I want you to cozy up and call me your lover
I’d be some kind of fool if I didn’t try for your number
The moon and the tides are lifting us up a little
A string in the dark
And I see in your eyes our lines they start to scribble
I tried so hard to justify the words that I’ve spoken
And drove off in the car somehow thinking I wasn’t broken
Cold as the compass, spent as the speculator
I gave up on myself
But sometimes the path is pulled from the peril
Chase me through the clouds
I’ll wait on the ground
Show me what you found
What you found
Let’s talk about it
I want you to—to cozy up and call me your lover
I’d be some kind of fool if I didn’t try for your number
The moon and the tides are lifting us up a little
A string in the dark
And I see in your eyes a scribble
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Black Balloons
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Bury The Knife
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Darling, The Planets
It’s you Notching the mountain below Swept in a bottleneck rage Forcing the garden to grow Open up the skies Lie awake at night Stars no longer shine In the morning …
Floating
Scattered through the empty night All the things I left behind And I can’t feel complete again Tried to show up, but I don’t know where I’ve been …
Hummingbird
How many times will the world come alive? Will flowers open to the sky? Hovering points of an angular path As drops of rain fall on the grass Hummingbird You …