Collarbone

Desire hangs on for dear life

On the window sill of the collarbone

Of the one I love

And a glimmering shimmer

Of sweat gathers into a pool in her palm

From a well in her wrist

And the only thing that speaks the truth

Is the eloquence of passing time

The spoken word is a jacket too tight

There's a shimmering vision

By the window panea cellophane figure speaking in

Tounges from above

Theres the curve of a stone

And the crest of a wavehere are the lips that cracked

And the sound that they made

And the only thing that speaks the truth

Is the eloquence of passing time

The spoken word is a jacket too tight too tight

Desire hangs on for dear life

On the window sill of the collarbone of the one I love

The grass spills out and catches a flame

The trees stand up and scream there blissfullness

And the only thing that speaks the truth

Is the eloquence of passing time

The spoken word is a jacket too tight too tight

Too tight too tight

Too tight too tight