Your faith –– fires
Away: miles
Where counting days to make them mine awake, mistakes, the best of kind
My own as much you
And keep finding
Displaced: I
Can't | seem to keep your face to mine with distant drives
But still entwined kept
Boxed just us
Two
Can I stall all my best hopes
Can I stay the wave, hold my chest closed
Patient days I'll wait
Patient days I'll wait when
I'll call you days at any time
To sit again your side to mine
Find "nothing" is more than it was and start to think I know it's cause
But I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet ––––
As places go, turn places been
I put myself in bonds i've seen,
But nothing is more than just us; still whose sense can I hope to trust when I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet ––––
Can I come home just to be in some half light where I'd see the length of your arm next to me on some colder night
Now here as morning light folds
Cracks through and shimmers in close
There from across the room glow
The tiny pieces you'd mold (ed)
And I in morning light know (come back)
That each shaped page I now hold (go back)
Is true to me what it told (come back)
As the day that you formed it (go back)
Can I stall all my best hopes
Can I stay the wave, hold my chest closed
Patient days I'll wait
Patient days I'll wait