Hover
Under my wing, the sun explodes
Takes my hand and brings me home
Autumn's hand fills winter's glove
And I wait for you my love
Over the hills, a silver sky
Touch my arm and close your eyes
Through the fields of hardened lies
Want you to be with mine
By your side, I lost my mind
The one that hurt the most at night
I've seen your mouth, I've seen you there
I've seen a heart that cares
You just long to say
Sorry words
To age the day
Breathing borrowed blades
With spit-like shapes
You were forming lakes
Whispering ideas of the fading sun
Those words could come from anyone
There was a quiver in your voice I hear
But only for one word
Head on shoulder, arm against arm
Lying weightless, getting calm
Softest voices say the most
But no one listens close
You turning away
Couldn't bear to see
What was lost on me
Breathing borrowed blades
With split-like shapes
You were forming lakes
They say the water's growing quiet
Summer's teeth are winding back
It's easier spoken aloud
A brush, a touch, a tap
Told through your hair
Waiting for a chance to care
Laying down to your feet
Waiting out the week
Every single word
Just seems to sound absurd
When pushed back through your lips
But I'm glad you heard
Creased on the rim
With the petals on your skin
I was scared by the glare
Restless and dim
Your hands caught my tears
Cradled oh so very near
And you whispered to my ear
I'm so glad you heard
Takes my hand and brings me home
Autumn's hand fills winter's glove
And I wait for you my love
Over the hills, a silver sky
Touch my arm and close your eyes
Through the fields of hardened lies
Want you to be with mine
By your side, I lost my mind
The one that hurt the most at night
I've seen your mouth, I've seen you there
I've seen a heart that cares
You just long to say
Sorry words
To age the day
Breathing borrowed blades
With spit-like shapes
You were forming lakes
Whispering ideas of the fading sun
Those words could come from anyone
There was a quiver in your voice I hear
But only for one word
Head on shoulder, arm against arm
Lying weightless, getting calm
Softest voices say the most
But no one listens close
You turning away
Couldn't bear to see
What was lost on me
Breathing borrowed blades
With split-like shapes
You were forming lakes
They say the water's growing quiet
Summer's teeth are winding back
It's easier spoken aloud
A brush, a touch, a tap
Told through your hair
Waiting for a chance to care
Laying down to your feet
Waiting out the week
Every single word
Just seems to sound absurd
When pushed back through your lips
But I'm glad you heard
Creased on the rim
With the petals on your skin
I was scared by the glare
Restless and dim
Your hands caught my tears
Cradled oh so very near
And you whispered to my ear
I'm so glad you heard
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Matthew Brooks
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