When the moment’s arrived
Lay your head on her sleeve
Always when you’re near her you’ll hear the same thoughts
Of a full distance voice saying not to go back, ever onwards through circles that flow
And to always be ready to go
In the ringing soft silence alone
Hearing songs that you already know are too old to be yours

You want to be thrown
Like the window you’ll be
The tears in your hair are the tunes of your eyes, that drip melodies into your fears
And she’ll lick them away from your ears
With her lips that are freckled in white
And your sheets that are damp with your sweat through the thick of the night

And assimilate time
To the notes that you play
She sings like the whimpering minstrels that bloom, for a day before ceding their trade
Losing all of the secrets they made
Watching all of the blood from the cradle
Run quiet and float on away
Past the wax that drips off of the table and onto your face

You can see that she’ll age
And you want to believe
But you know in your heart that one day you will leave her to strain into space on her own
While you drink in your bed all alone
Crying words to the past that you’ve known
And she drifts into clouds, going home, to the dreams where she stays

And you wish you could stay
And you wish you could go
And you will every day that your eyelids could know, what her lips might have sad to your face
On the dock where she clings to her age
Casting soundwaves across empty space
And you wish that you wanted to go
And you wish that you wanted to stay where she’s sweeter than songs

In the heat of her arms
And you don’t have to doubt
You know that she loves you and you lie without doubt, at the bottom of hills that you ring
Even if you might cry when you sing
And might not understand anything
In the clouds of the days that won’t linger much more in your head

When the moment’s arrived
Lay your head on her sleeve
The world feels alive til you see you can’t leave what she did to your love long ago
You’ll be waiting forever to know
Like the fossils that burn in the snow
If this ends in the summery glow of the sand in the trees

And assimilate time
To the notes that you play
The words that you say will sound wise in the day, but she’ll know what you missed in the dawn
Drinking butane and carrying on
Where the band rolls their eyes and they’re gone
Back to memory beaches they fondle like words of a poem
And I’ll have somebody follow you home
Find the address of ceilings you don’t
Stare so carelessly at in the night as you hone your mistakes

So don’t go to her now
Because you’ll always see
The world isn’t much once it’s sized perfectly, to the image in back of your head
You’ll be missing her now til you’re dead
Craving shoulders that stick in your chest
And the cheap ringing sound of the bed
And the sleepy weak smile when you’re fed
Three tomatoes and one silhouette
And the candles that burn blue and red through the day where you sleep

She’ll be waiting for you longer than you know how in a thousand small candles that wait
Where they’re longing to take you away
In a thousand small games that they play
They sparkle now starting to say what they’ll do to your soul