If you were clay then I am silt I'm built on weak deposits as the ocean fills me Push and pull the break of the dawn If only I could hold it in a small clay pot And solitude may treat you well Until the buried arbitrary voices tell you All your faults in small clay pots I've dropped them all around you as you picked them up And hold my hand And hold my hand And hold my hand And hold my hand It's bad, it's bad, the demons on my back You knock them off so gently like they're bowling pins or cobwebs Fine, it's fine You whispered instead and held my hands so gently I could lengthen out my long neck And hold my hand And hold my hand And hold my hand And hold my hand And I wish that I had known Wish that I had seen Wish that I had known how much you'd done for me And I wish that I had noticed I Wish that I had noticed I wish that I had known how much And hold my hand And hold my hand You hold my hand You hold my hand If you were clay then I am silt I'm built on weak deposits as the ocean fills me Push and pull the break of the dawn If only I could hold it in a small clay pot