Eyes cold, darling no! Be mine
Walking to the staircase in the morning after we
Slept beneath some fabric in your semi autumn trees
I was thinking of stories the day before told me
How dreams within a photograph are something made to seize
Daunting it may be to draw a picture from your knees
Holding hope and wishing you had more than what you see
If only I could wrap my arms around the smell of spring
I'd hold it so the world could hold it too
Eyes cold, darling no! Be mine
Hey dad, I saw you smoking! Why shouldn't I?
Oh, why do you come to me with a grain of salt?
I do believe the best I have will never be enough
I'm stuck high up in a tree, but I'd rather be, stuck
Eyes cold, darling no! Be mine
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