i don’t want your trouble or your troubled mind
string me up from your unstrung eyes
then fall from my atlas, good graces
crusoe-ing through the vines someplace
you’re something to find
breathless in the daylight
i dagger through the deep blue
just to reach your wild palms
when you’re ghostly in the pale dawn
i dagger through the deep blue
just to reach your wild palms
i don’t want your trouble or your troubled mind
in morning pitch drift to my side
then slip into rivers considered
once lost and now divine delivered
you’re always something to find
breathless in the daylight
i dagger through the deep blue
just to reach your wild palms
when you’re ghostly in the pale dawn
i dagger through the deep blue
just to reach your wild palms