Dripping Trees

Lover come close to me
Draw me back
To where I know I want to be
I watched the colours
Dripping from the trees
And the bones that they left
Are reaching out for me

Lover how far can I go
Before my body
Forgets the way back home
I want to touch you
Show me where to go
Pull me in
Through this shrinking phone
Before the night shuts its mouth
And spits the warmth right out
How can this house
Live with then live without

In the summer a bird came
Laid her blue eggs
Then left again
I haven't touched the pale remains
Those tiny ghosts
Singing for her to come again