Mary, you are the bird inside the hand. Of St. Francis in the garden where he stands.. Handwriting, a birth mark, and a quilt,. Mother to my mother and to me. And to me..
Dream, are you a dreamer?. Are you a dreamer?. Do you dream?. Sleep, are you a sleeper?. . Are you a sleeper?. Do you sleep?. When your brown eyes close.
This is what it's like. Finding your feet again. The part of you that couldn't. Finally thinks you can. . You're taking off some time to do this. A small apartment bedroom rearranged.
How you found me out I still never understand,. Thoughts you can't take with you when you go.. You were waving flags that bare the colors. Of your love I didn't know:.
Lately I been waking to. The bluest stars that I once slept through. The morning hangs like open chords. That I fill in with my own thoughts and words.
There's a dream I have,. It comes back when all the days turn into one.. I'm in a coat and hat,. And I'm standing on the coast of England.. With a castle and cathedral on the sand,.
Skipping like a stone,. Across the bluest pools of what I know.. Don't know where to go.. Each one leaves a mark,. Circles through the dark and sinks into.
My room has a big white bed. Pictures on the mirrors. Books that last a year. Everything but sleep. Don't you know?. . Nothing won't fit under there. The Dowmaker's ghost.
Can you hear the ringing of the bell tower. Counting off the days we can't replace. I would like to think it's not that way. All the songs that find you in the city.
She's the kind of girl that tends to brown. Freckles on her elbows and her knees. And I'm the boy that passes through these towns. I leave before we find out what it means.
The last thing I heard was you're coming back. And Didaly's love scene was going black. The city of love was pulling you in. 200 miles between me, you and him.
This was the first year. Of our years together. Your mother got sick. And your sister got married. . And this was the first year. Of our songs together.
I believe when we were younger. We thought that we deserved the sun. I met you when you were 18, I was pushing 21. The sentiment, the twists and turns begun.