For you, I leave my light on
To do its best against the storm
And you came in like the tide and
I knew that we could keep each other warm
You bring crocosmia and fuchsias
And I, I sing your name into the night
king of salt and stones, [bad word] It swings from you to me tonight
We swim without a word between us
Our breath held in
We read enough in [bad word] of
Braille on our skin, on our skin
I fill a glass with what you gathered
They wilt against the window pane
The morning sees you off with nets to scatter You [bad word] in with the tide again
We swim without a word between us
Our breath held in
We read enough in [bad word] of
Braille on our skin, on our skin
We swim without a word between us
Our breath held in
We read enough in [bad word] of
Braille on our skin, on our skin