Holding Hands

Barnacle beam
In moonlight's tow
Silk-wrapped streams
In a pretty bow
More than a woman
No less of a man
That's why we spend time holding hands

The juju runs
Like a choo-choo train
Through the heart
And the lungs
And returns again
Two doves wrapped
In a rubber band
That's why we spend time holding hands

Never mind all the white shapes in the sky
Or the seeds left unplanted
And you might very well lose your mind
But it's yours if it's mine

When the tulip's laced
With a poisoned thorn
And the brain's crying out
For more and more
A trip to the sun
In a moving van
That's why we spend time holding hands

Never mind all the white shapes in the sky
Or the seeds left unplanted
And you might very well lose your mind
But it's yours if it's mine

Barnacle beam
In moonlight's tow
Silk-wrapped streams
In a pretty bow
More than a woman
No less of a man
That's why we spend time holding hands
Yes that's why we spend time holding hands



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Martin Kirk
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