settling down, making another sign as i get too old hanging it out, there on the other side that i call my own
i've undersighted how love became my home i had one seed and it'd thrown the game in the hole hard to believe in how long this place is mine buried in branches of wine
weighting the odds - maybe i'm ought to try, but it isn't so saying the line, saving another life for the plant to grow
i stay in touch all the hum there is to be heard i can't untie all the songs from saying the old and on the ceiling is place of rest to my eye i have conceived it, now i