There is that I can only hear by the moon I lay still enough to hear the trees grow I listen for the creak of thier thoughts And I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs And all the kindest words are held in reserve For you And all my gentlest thoughts A hand reaches to me Across the banished sea And holds me Holds me holding you It holds me Holding you There is that I can only hear by the moon I lay still enough to hear the trees grow I listen for the creak of thier thoughts And all the wisdom their age bestows I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs All the kindest words reserved For you All my gentlest thoughts Are yours A hand reaches out to me Across the vanished sea And holds me, Holds me Holding you