We Will Elope - The Parlor

You will bear all of my fruit

And you will dress all of my wounds

And I won’t ask of you more than to do more than to be

There are feet beneath the knees

And a tower in the trees that rests upon the leaves

And a future that believes

Come like a hope, we will elope

Hold out your hand to me

Make me your soap, songs from your throat

The berries that stained your hands

And I will love you for the rest of your life

I will love you