Sunday, April 27, 2014

Poaceae

Hold your hands in my pockets
They're starting to fray
Breathe this quiet air
all around your hair against my shoulder

Give a name to this feeling
Hastily cast it away.
Mona Lisa, can I
climb inside your smile and stay awhile

But there's a river outside my window
There's an ocean outside my door
How could my fingers forget your skin so
I wouldn't recognize you anymore?

When I was a child I saw a million people
standing in the streets to pray
So when my fingers forget your skin, oh
I remember there's an ocean outside my window

The door was always wide open
But the gaps between your fingers made me stay
And I would promise not to let you down
if you'd promise not to go away

saying Wendy won't you sew on my shadow
It keeps getting away from me
Tell you I couldn't help but feel glad, though
Because it wanted so bad to be free

But there's a river outside my window
There's an ocean outside my door
How could my fingers forget your skin so
I wouldn't recognize you anymore?

When I was a child I saw a million people
standing in the streets to pray
So when my fingers forget your skin, oh
I remember there's an ocean outside my window.


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