laying low, flat on my back, watch
the stars run their course through
the sky. wondrin whether my blood
wou'd still run, if the rivers all went dry.
and the sun burned out,
back to where it came and the grass
dried up into sand. would my heart beat
still, in its cage of bones
t’ carry me cross the land?
the world goes black like the space
in between the sun and the moon
and me, and the silence that lies
in the pools of your eyes beggin' to
be set free.
sometimes i feel when the light’s
just right and the sea and the sky
blur to one, that our fates are sealed
and the earth'll end and yet it's all
just begun.
if your fingers should find their way
into mine and your head on my shoulder
rests, when the clouds roll in and
the birds fly out, we'll bury ourselves
in their nests.
the worms will come and the rain
will fall and everythin'll be as it
should, but for us two souls in
the river's bed, tryin to find our
way through the woods.
