Folded in to arms, so real (or I hold it into arms so real)
There is something that we can't feel
Life's not horrible all the time
Smokes and cups and words of rhyme
Dripping ceiling, lemon-lime
I love you, and that's all I have to say
Eyes of gray and pavement green
Wrap your arms around the seam
Take your love and hold it close
Just slightest suggestion
Eyes of gray and pavement green
Wrap your arms around the seam
Take your love and hold it close
Just slightest suggestion
Spinning slightly round
My head hits the ground
A seed pops out
Glows the thought, then (or Globes of thought, then)
Descends the thought to you, with love
With love
With love