Every time you walk back through that door
Your footsteps drip wet with warm soft rain
And through the night
Winds are blowing cold and it's wrong and right
How some notions grow, but never change
And all the times I walked back to that place
Where you ate, from a slapping hand
Word for word
All the berries bled by the beaks of birds
And I just hollowed out the words they said
Well I'll be dogged if they ever poke
And they ever prod
At things outside of what they know
And I'll be damned, when it kicks up dust
You keep holding hands
And feed the hearts that you stole
Memories fill me up on a slate you've kept so clean
Where memories tie me up and feed me variations on a theme
'Round the time they passed the ball of yarn along the vine
It split where it began to fray
And every time they start tying knots, they're just cutting ties
Discourse, remorse the shit they say
Well I'll be dogged if they ever poke
And they ever prod
At things outside of what they know
And I'll be damned when it kicks up dust
You keep holding hands
And feed the hearts that you stole
Just know your love
Just know your love has found its way into my heart
The dark dirt feeds that which needs
The brightest bloom I've seen