I have finally weighed your heavy tongue,
And I can finally say I'm running love.
I never want to be whole.
I'll hoe this garden malleable.
When the greenery's gone to seed,
I pull the dry earth clean and free,
So I wouldn't want to get too close to me.
I have finally weighed your heavy tongue,
And I can finally say I'm running love.
I heard about a secret field,
Way in the woods up on the hills.
I hiked for three damn years,
Shouted into our broken ears,
Climbed high in a tree,
And found that field not there,
I never want to be a hole.
I drove by the church it looked warm.
That gla** was glowing red,
My heart was high up in my chest,
I need community,
I need to finally believe in me.
Am I ready?
I'm not ready.
My hands are steady on the wheel…