There are two things I will carry in my pockets at the end oh, my darling, you are one of them the way you look when you have a story to begin, oh, my
These mirrors you've broken are your cry for art. Salt and pepper shakers over your shoulders, cross your heart. Don't you know it's bad luck to stay
Last night I saw you spin around in my head Turn the lights off and settle down inside Feeling as far but it always dies in the night Just close your
Sometime now I've been divine in the end of a snowy morning Sometime now I've been afraid that the pilgriming vine is Finally coming to take me I could
Oh, it was the first time I fell in love the first time I felt my heart it was the first time I sang out loud all through the night but before I knew
I touched the ink on my paper, a permanant scar i'm gonna carry forever to remember your arms and though your eyes were december when you had june in