Your skin is sweet as grass, as you and I walk And touch the corners of the evening Oh how do we begin to wriggle and to spin And talk as if it doesn't happen.
I've heard the lonely men, speaking as I speak And love I tell you how it scares me Your eyes run me through, as heavy and as blue As mermaids swimming in the dull dusk.
You deserve better.
When winter kept us warm, dulling us with snow It's then that I need your hands What roots have we got? Is this our lot? To hold and shake beneath the cool sun.