Little Ariadne
You live just safely north
This space we often curse
Is the same space that saves us
You live just gently north
Set apart from fires
Sending down the tender heart
And as I'm diving cross this forest
Let me hold your hand
Don't let me fly into the sun
And as I'm running through this war
Please read my telegram
And tell me that it's to be won
Through no true spell but anger
Though no true salve but love
We so amble on
In the science of the senses
Through no true trial but practice
With no true song to hold
We so crumble down
And tumble in the folds
And as I dive across this forest
Let me hold your hand
Don't let me fly into the sun
And as I'm crawling through this war
Please read my telegram
And tell me that it's to be won
Little Ariadne won't you come on home
In my saddest hour I sit alone
Little Ariadne I feel the walls close in
Come and calm this sour wanton wispy din
Little Ariadne
Little Ariadne won't you come on home
In my saddest hour I sit alone
Little Ariadne I feel the walls close in
Come and calm this stupid sour wanton wispy din
Little Ariadne won't you come on home
Little Ariadne
Little Ariadne
Don't let go
Little Ariadne
This space we often curse
Is the same space that saves us
You live just gently north
Set apart from fires
Sending down the tender heart
And as I'm diving cross this forest
Let me hold your hand
Don't let me fly into the sun
And as I'm running through this war
Please read my telegram
And tell me that it's to be won
Through no true spell but anger
Though no true salve but love
We so amble on
In the science of the senses
Through no true trial but practice
With no true song to hold
We so crumble down
And tumble in the folds
And as I dive across this forest
Let me hold your hand
Don't let me fly into the sun
And as I'm crawling through this war
Please read my telegram
And tell me that it's to be won
Little Ariadne won't you come on home
In my saddest hour I sit alone
Little Ariadne I feel the walls close in
Come and calm this sour wanton wispy din
Little Ariadne
Little Ariadne won't you come on home
In my saddest hour I sit alone
Little Ariadne I feel the walls close in
Come and calm this stupid sour wanton wispy din
Little Ariadne won't you come on home
Little Ariadne
Little Ariadne
Don't let go
Little Ariadne
Credits
Writer(s): William Steffey
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