We were smoke on a ruthless night Over naked field On the corners alone we pattern the cold In the quiet light Come as will, and shake this mess Somebody's kind, somebody's mess We were? On the spanish tiles We were vines I wanna know, I wanna hold her To me and mine The minutes of freedom fall out of sill I'm far behind This how I feel
And you found the way to see me I held your hair in my teeth I wanna work my lovin' arms (And you found a way to see me) (With somebody else) (In case I fell)
Listen to me and I'll make it sure that I read it right Quilling doubts with whatever words come into your mind Half grown, let our bodies rest, till the hours come Meet back home
And you found the way to see me I held your hair in my teeth I wanna work my lovin' arms
