don't give the end away
i haven't seen it
i haven't seen a thing all winter.
i'm telling you the truth
and watching you read along
is this a frequency or a second language?
your liquor on your sleeve or a heart-shaped bottle top
it's all that i can do to save the last blank for us.
if it's a secret i'll keep it in my hand
'til the fingers understand.
you're thinking it's a race but it's only running
you shouldn't be afraid of what we're becoming.
now what's another word for "hallelujah?"
there is an anchor hanging by a thread
'til you steadied me instead.
the weather inside is better than where we hide our cloud
see for real and
keep me safe as the light bulb does.
the obvious answer isn't so obvious to us.
see for real and
keep me sure as the question was.