Ducks in a Row - A Weather

It takes a midnight

To get to a morning

It takes time to put, ducks in a row

Too many blankets and too many dogs

Kick off the covers

And cover your arms

Hold it to my ear like a phone

When the spring will believe in this leaf

And the leaves will spring up and drop off

You said

«oh my God. I love you, and how. Oh, did I say that, out loud?»

I don’t want my ears to burn

When the rain came, it sounded like breathing

All banana peals, and I couldn’t fall

Hold the phone

Hold the phone

Hold the phone to the ground

It’s the contract of canyons and mountains

White mountains that leave you alone

Leave you undone

With sleep in your eyes

To quietly rise

Like a crane, flying

From here on out, I’m on my own

I’m a moisture stain, on the ceiling

I’m a lattice, clinging to dust

I sending on, to your face

And I know for a while, you’ll brush me away

And I’ll become water and grass

When the woodsmoke finally found us

Didn’t we really smell it at all?

Hold the phone

Hold the phone

Hold the phone

To the call

Running easy, and barely-there hornets

Hold it close and then let it all fall

Hold the phone

Hold the phone

Hold the phone

To the call