How Little I Am
The space between my eyes and your curves
Is starting to shrink and blur.
Close isn't the word I found when I thought of what I am to you.
I walk with owls on purpose
But only because daylight gets nervous.
Hearing me speak of you would scare even the most broken in minds.
Sinking together is still lonely
And I'll be selfish if you tell me:
"You'll find what you want...you'll find what you are."
Waking up with the sun
Shooing the owls along
Ways to move on that lassoing the moon won't help to accomplish at all.
With these owls I have no purpose.
This sinking just makes me nervous.
Hearing myself think out loud only makes me plug my ears.
So I stare directly into the sun
Hoping you'll pull me up.
"My son you'll find what you want...I'll help you find what you are."
Is starting to shrink and blur.
Close isn't the word I found when I thought of what I am to you.
I walk with owls on purpose
But only because daylight gets nervous.
Hearing me speak of you would scare even the most broken in minds.
Sinking together is still lonely
And I'll be selfish if you tell me:
"You'll find what you want...you'll find what you are."
Waking up with the sun
Shooing the owls along
Ways to move on that lassoing the moon won't help to accomplish at all.
With these owls I have no purpose.
This sinking just makes me nervous.
Hearing myself think out loud only makes me plug my ears.
So I stare directly into the sun
Hoping you'll pull me up.
"My son you'll find what you want...I'll help you find what you are."