Pilot

The two great arms of the world
Are made of water and have never heard of gold
Now someone's ageing god asks me to choose
A season for the next 500 years

Baby, this is a crescendo
For you to lie on while I'm gone
And of course I miss the weight
Of your head on my body, on whiskey
But I can still feel it
Whenever I'm drunk

If I love you, you know that I love you
And you know that I love you
So ain't I prolific

Mother, son, and holy guest sit
On the ashes of their house
Thinking about what ease
A fire makes forgetting
The architecture of their home

Sweetheart be wary of eclipse dreams
Once in a century happens almost every day
That is to say I know you'll always love me
And hang your clothes to dry out in the rain

Now see how the pilot fears not for her body
The pilot fears only for the fate of her plane
Oh the pilot fears not for her body
Uses only her hands for to steer
If I love you, you know that I love you
If I love you, you know that I love you



Credits
Writer(s): Nat Harvie
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