I am everyday older
And everyday
I'm forced to face
What seeds I've lain
And yet with each new sun
I'm more uncertain I'll find
What is certainly mine
Just these foolish lines
But as we trade familiar warmth
The trials of day
Sinking far and away
In this flesh untamed
So let's lay and watch the days flow
And we'll twist our spines
Just to be aligned
And I'll know what's mine
What do I chase?
Is this the way?
Oh these trembling hands
Idle Desire
Just fuel to the fire
Oh these Trembling hands
Steadied in warmth