then in a way like you'd done it all day
I was talking to him when
The first night I followed you down,
watched your fingers surround
With my voice I tried to name
and my joy that you gave.
Each night I asked you for more of your time
and your mind and your hands as a guide.
you're too soft to touch,
too kind to tell what's on your mind.
In the darkness we walk to the hill
and lay ourselves out like
Each piece of space trash
so high was cause for a sigh
for what you're giving to me?
What is this dream that we call living?
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh
One night I had to sleep outside
Coyotes cried in the woods nearby
I think that you were afraid for me
But also afraid that I would see
That you could not care for me
You said you were afraid of the dark
But went off anyway and alone I stayed
In the dark we feel alone in the world
You said some of the nicest things
When the impulse was strong
But that couldn't last long
for what you're giving to me?
What is this dream that we call
I don't that I'll ever just