Scribble

I want you to cozy up and call me your lover I'd be some kind of fool if I didn't try for your number the moon and the tides are lifting us up a little a string in the dark and I see in your eyes our lines they start to scribble I tried so hard to justify the words that I've spoken and drove off in the car somehow thinking I wasn't broken cold as the compass, spent as the speculator I gave up on myself but sometimes the path is pulled from the peril chase me through the clouds I'll wait on the ground show me what you found what you found let's talk about it I want you to cozy up and call me your lover I'd be some kind of fool if I didn't try for your number the moon and the tides are lifting us up a little a string in the dark and I see in your eyes a scribble