i hope you come & stay with me
we can camp under the old fig tree
i'll draw yr bath & i will fix yr tea
all for the girl who said that she would marry me
baby if we cut out what's between us, all the miles & the
mountain tops
i know that we could count on it
honey, we could live a life of cowardice, or we could build a
little bower nest
something to believe in
besides this awful mess
i got this anchor on my finger now
i got yr blood pumping through my veins & still somehow
when i am with you dear, i cannot breathe
i gave my heart but then you took my lungs from me
baby get on an aeroplane to napoli
let's buy some land & start a family, whatever you ain't never had
honey, we could stay in bed for hours, talkin shit & telling stupid jokes
& working on our garden
where we will sow
all of our restless hope