Where I Can Be

Sing softly
Grab my shirt and flee
Down to where, you'll see
Where I can be

I can see
Why you'd want to be
Wrapped around these trees
In this country

We would draw a map and
Feel the sun collapse upon our arms
In the summer light
Our egos strain to carry who we've become

I would feel it odd
If I had stayed and played
With these operatic chimes

Superstitious child-like whims
They call like visions
Late at night

Grab my feet
I feel like a leaf
Caught within your sleeve
Peeking out to breathe

We shall sieve
Through these dim-lit streets
For a house to dwell
Like a sleeper cell

On a phonograph
We'd leave a message just to bide our time
Ticking in the background
All these seconds leave their shells behind

I would feel it odd
If I had stayed and played
With these operatic chimes

Superstitious child-like whims
They call like visions
Late at night

Sing softly
Grab my shirt and flee
Down to where, you'll see
Where I can be