But I’ve never felt this feel so heavy And I’ve never felt this feel so low Yeah it is a wake inside my whole soul But you are my strength I won’t
'Cause I want to be seen With a fresh pair of eyes The single white tree In a black hood of disguise I want, I want to be seen With a fresh pair of eyes
Points of light Shootin' through the tree-stained vines It draws me in To catch a fistful of wind and chime But all day long I heal for the honey Waitin
Squeeze my hand, take the fright Wrap it up, give it to the night And tell me stories of our glory days Shed the shy on this waterway But I can't speak
Fall like fountains Drown in kiss throws Weep like infants Sweep like moonglow The well-worn feeling of soft sad loving Is hangin' by your side The shell
Keeping to ourselves with guards raised high Missing all the best while we fly by night And the magnitude of everything you ever said Kept us well and
Initials made On forks and plates And linens chosen For fit for losin' On sheets a sunny shade A home was hatched Inside her brain Yes, but he left her
Like a lion in the dead In the dead of deepest night You sprawl out peacefully Beneath the glowing spheres of light Like a feathered, feathered swan
We nailed a bunch of pictures onto the walls Wiped off all the kitchen counter tops Lit a lot of candles on the table outside To show our happy guests
Young friend there are Unspoiled sides o' country Those hills make ya moon and make ya swooney And they have wiped away The bloom from your strawberry
Femmes in velvet (3x) And violet wristlets (3x) Tie their bonnets (3x) Cleanse the palette (3x) Tip the tea set Singlet sextet Fix the trinkets
And I can't go on believing all the stories that you named After past presidents No, I will not be convinced of the lies you told. The lack of pretense
On your lips you kept her kiss And washed it down with lily grass You're married to your best of friends With good clean love like ice and glass Midnight
Yeh I put on a shirt and I flirt with my own reflection I've no companion Yeh my toes are sleepy, my eyes are weepy, they fell out And I shoved them in
Homespun and well brought up Glassy-eyed and primed for the rough You were the one I loved You were the one I loved and adored And I can't go wrong,
For the siries, oh the siries of your soul They are the worries are the worries of my household I hear the wind a howling swinging at my door But at your
But he would read from his prayer books that he kept in his coat with button hooks And I dwelt with him each day and casted glances all his way And
I bought an old home in Del Rio The status-quo stucco looked like the Alamo Neighbor Jethro brought by his fresco Lo and behold he showed where good neighbors
