It takes a midnight
To get to a morning
It takes time to put, ducks in a row
Too many blankets and too many dogs
Kick off the covers
And cover your arms
Hold it to my ear like a phone
When the spring will believe in this leaf
And the leaves will spring up and drop off
You said
"oh my God. I love you, and how. Oh, did I say that, out loud?"
I don't want my ears to burn
When the rain came, it sounded like breathing
All banana peals, and I couldn't fall
Hold the phone
Hold the phone
Hold the phone to the ground
It's the contract of canyons and mountains
White mountains that leave you alone
Leave you undone
With sleep in your eyes
To quietly rise
Like a crane, flying
From here on out, I'm on my own
I'm a moisture stain, on the ceiling
I'm a lattice, clinging to dust
I sending on, to your face
And I know for a while, you'll brush me away
And I'll become water and gra**
When the woodsmoke finally found us
Didn't we really smell it at all?
Hold the phone
Hold the phone
Hold the phone
To the call
Running easy, and barely-there hornets
Hold it close and then let it all fall
Hold the phone
Hold the phone
Hold the phone
To the call