My Darling One
Sitting high on the bluff pitching bottles at the clouds
The day is burning down just another candle going out
Never seeing all the cracks in the world
You dance so fast the lines start to blur
CHORUS
I walk under the brittle sky I touch the sanpaper sun
I rake my hands through the clouds 'til I find my darling one
My darling one
We saw the spirits in the water and heard the moaning of the fields
And the spinning constelations were like the turning of the wheel
Never minding the drag of the tide never notice the years going by
Chorus
Chorus and instrumental
Sitting high on the bluff pitching bottles at the clouds
The day is burning down just another candle going out
Never seeing all the cracks in the world
You dance so fast the lines start to blur. Chorus