There is that I can only hear by the moon
I lay still enough to hear the trees grow
I listen for the creak of their thoughts
And I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs
And all the kindest words are held in reserve for you
And all my gentlest thoughts
A hand reaches to me
Across the vanished sea and holds me
Holds me
Holding you
It holds me
Holding you
There is that I can only hear by the moon
I lay still enough to hear the trees grow
I listen for the creak of their thoughts
And all the wisdom their age bestows
I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs
All the kindest words reserved for you
All my gentlest thoughts are yours
A hand reaches out to me
Across the vanished sea and holds me
Holds me
Holding you
Holds me
Holding you