I have finally weighed your heavy tongue, And I can finally say I'm running love. I never want to be whole. I'll hoe this garden malleable. When the greenery's gone to seed, I pull the dry earth clean and free, So I wouldn't want to get too close to me. I have finally weighed your heavy tongue, And I can finally say I'm running love. I heard about a secret field, Way in the woods up on the hills. I hiked for three damn years, Shouted into our broken ears, Climbed high in a tree, And found that field not there, I never want to be a hole. I drove by the church it looked warm. That glass was glowing red, My heart was high up in my chest, I need community, I need to finally believe in me. Am I ready? I'm not ready. My hands are steady on the wheel...