Eliot St.

send me the notes
i’ve been walking silently
through the ghosts
of what we’ve known
they only showed us the sad signs of our start
without the grow
oh
it takes some time
tessallate ivy, dear, my love
in another life
beneath the mire
we’ll forfeit the words that we once sung
into the fire
oh
oh, i cant sleep
i’m thinking all too much
always shaking hands and never showing up
and i’ve had no luck
for all you are, and i can’t be there now
i’m sure we may change but are we prepared now?
for all we may be in the talking pool
for all we may see as we act so cool
oh, i can’t sleep
i’m thinking all too much
always shaking hands and never showing up
and i’ve had no luck
don’t be afriad it’s only a dance
i changed my name, oh 17
and why always is it so hard to love you then
when i heard you say within a dream
oh, i cant sleep
i’m thinking all too much
always shaking hands and never showing up
and i’ve had no luck
if you call this second wind
if you call this flying love
i will catch you in the morning
in the valley of that word
if you call this second wind
if you call this flying love
i will catch you in the morning
in the valley of that word