flew out the lattice door
no lack of 'wouldn't' could be my undoing
weave songs of loving late
rings count my olden days
breached the peak of 'please' and 'thanks'
i've seen my features age
and i built a ship for two
just walk beside the low stream until it fades
into a melon colored field
the wind will know your name
and you don't have to run
don't ever change. we were the candles that lit up the snow on dusty roads
we were the animals breathing life into june just to see faith
blessed by the cannibal moon and the spoon dipping deep to your nose
stressed by the distance of shoes & the bridges too far to be named
when we held our hands close to flame
just walk beside the low stream until it fades
into a honey colored field
the wind will know your name
and you don't have to change