Eggshells
I’m crushing all these eggshells that you made me walk upon
I’m creeping up beside you
I feel a little clumsy and I hope that you’ll excuse me
‘til I decide what to do
I surely can’t deny I find you absolutely stunning
But I hesitate
You’re a juicy tangerine loaded up with seeds
Othello whisper’s wait
I loosen the grip don’t want to stain my hands
Absence is honey in the hour sand
If you’re still here on Sunday morning
You’ll paint my toes over coffee
Your beautiful face and your arms around me
There’s too much you in me
I’m crushing all these eggshells that you made me walk upon
I’m creeping up beside you
I feel a little clumsy and I hope that you’ll excuse me
‘til I decide what to do
my eyes become the camera in my twisted up pajamas
pulling focus from the fence
the grail’s a little rusty but my gut tells me you must be
fighting mother’s innocence
I loosen the grip don’t want to stain my hands
Absence is honey in the hour sand
If you’re still here on Sunday morning
You’ll paint my toes over coffee
Your beautiful face and your arms around me
There’s too much you in me
If you’re still here on Sunday morning
You’ll paint my toes over coffee
Your beautiful face and your arms around me
There’s too much you in me