I don?t need from you a waterfall of careless praise And I don?t need a trophy for all the games I played But all I want is your eyes In the morning as
And the warblers sing: deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet! And the sparrows sing: deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet! Through
At the margins of the land i get to know your skin Where the sand dunes slope into a wild ocean Where the great plain heaps into a jagged mountain Oh
I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace And gave thanks for being a hundred and still feeling amazed. Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine
The room calls to me, says were all strung out (And the beat we both stomp on the floor), While outside the leopard frogs sing sweetly. These are the
Were comin out again, comin right out with our swords, With a swing and a miss, and a belly full of bricks, We lay heavy on the Earth, tethered to our
Listen through the walls. The wave has got to break soon. Only so many nails to a room, only so much could it support. The floorboards sigh to the sway
Old ship, give me your hands. Im the cape that came to crush and snag you on my sands. Below the ocean, and from my point of view, You were always drinking
I don?t need from you a waterfall of careless praise And I don?t need a trophy for all the games I played But all I want is your eyes In the morning
