Are you in
Or are you out
The words are stones
In my mouth
Hush little baby
Don't you cry [bad [bad word] down
Strikes me in the eye
...
Turning season within
Brand new nails across my skin
But who am I to imply
That I was found
That I found you in the white
...
To [bad word] this
I [bad word] one with
The quiet cold of late november
If you don't see
I'll remain unseen
Until there's time to be remembered
...
So I had a green light
I was lost in city lights
Not so far from a try
This is not our last goodbye
...
So I had a green light
I was lost in city lights
Not so far from a try
This is not our last goodbye
...
.....
Are you in
Or are you out
The words are stones
In my mouth
!!! (hush little baby)
Don't you cry
...
So I found you
Found a way all through
The quiet cold of inner darkness
& now that you're here
It [bad word] so clear
I have waited for you always