All the vegetation in the settled world is stirring I'm blurring into sun-burnt and heartbroken worrying About how the day took such a long time to die When it was reeking of women I once had on my side But now that I've found another smell to believe in I'm buzzing like hell just to hope I can breathe it And resurrect the simplistic calm in some eyes That are trying to find you or Bury your nightmind And it will take Time. Oh, your tongue and the twilight marina When so young and brave and still dreaming Getting to know you lash by dark lash The rooms where you sleep in The floors where you crash And gas-stations are pleasantly blowing Thunder rolls for dresses you're wearing On a body so unknowing Of what that blowing's for our preparing And patience is never affording When prettiness and sweetness are pouring Out from you and Onto me and Dampness of sweat is the sweetest recording And you can lay with your head on my body The worlds of the night and disease try to rob me All the vegetation in the settled world is stirring But stillness and calmness are all that I'm hearing Now And it will take Time. But time is for hearts that don't know what they're eating And nerves that don't spend every night-chance retreating.