Corduroy Legs - Beth Orton

There is that I can only hear by the moon

I lay still enough to hear the trees grow

I listen for the creak of their thoughts

And I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs

And all the kindest words are held in reserve

For you and all my gentlest thoughts

A hand reaches to me across the banished sea

And holds me holds me holding you

It holds me holding you

There is that I can only hear by the moon

I lay still enough to hear the trees grow

I listen for the creak of their thoughts

And all the wisdom their age bestows

I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs

All the kindest words reserved

For you all my gentlest thoughts

Are yours a hand reaches out to me

Across the vanished sea and holds me

Holds me holding you