Come over to my house I’ll pour some tea for us One sugar or two Your hand is right in front of me Your finger fragile-ly Holy on my side
Faster than an astronaut Who’s coming home to what He left long ago I’ve made this brand new bed for you I trust the things we do Holy or not
Open the gate, ’cause you’re already late At the end of the lane is a glass of lemonade Keep on the path when you hear the laugh In the white of her palm is your heart
I’ll be brave for a while I won’t bring you down Any more than you are
Please be my baby Don’t mean maybe or not Look out the window There’s a bright yellow cat