If I could trace the lines that ran
Between your smile and your sleight of hand
I'd guess that you put something up my sleeve
Now everytime I see your face
The bells ring in a far off place
We can find each other this was I believe

From the hills and up behind
My town is naked from the horizon down
The curvature is pressed against the raise
We walked up in the fields below alone
And the silence fell just like a stone
That got lost in the wild blue and gravel gray
 [bad word] and  find  me, now [bad word] and  find  me, now  

Though I'm here in this far off place
My air is not your time and space
I draw you close with every breath
You don't know it's right untill wrong
You don't know it's your's untill it's gone
I didn't know that it was home untill you up and left
 [bad word] and find me, now [bad word] and fine me, now

So I keep you in a flower vase
With your fatalism and your crooked face
With the daisies and the violet blockades
And I keep me in a vacant lot
In the ivy and forget-me-nots
Hoping you [bad word] and intangle one of these days
 [bad word] and find me, now [bad word] and fine me, now