White-Footed Tamarin

Hands colder than mine quiver like we're 13 in the Denny's parking lot
216 moons have smeared the sky with honey of the palest yellow
The frailest yellow
And I miss you

You have to be the grown-up now and I'm so sorry
Just another nobody
But your children will matter
They'll know The Way
They'll know my name

Bring it to me
Let me listen again
Let me feel you again
Call my name again
Sing it to me
Let me glisten again
Let me hold you again
Call me yours again

I know you understand and I don't have to tell you
That you can always come to me with anything
Do you remember when you whispered
"He's lookin' at our souls!"

Bring it to me
Let me listen again
Let me feel you again
Call my name again
Sing it to me
Let me glisten again
Let me hold you again
Call me yours again

Hands colder than mine quiver like we're 18 in the Denny's parking lot
312 moons have smeared the sky with honey of the palest yellow
The frailest yellow
And I miss you



Credits
Writer(s): Grahm Eberhardt
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