whetstones

Something about these woods
something i like
moss and an old mans beard
dripping rain from a branch in the fading daylight
ooh
And the way you move is dancing
while your mouth says funny things
im staring at your neck
thinking, thinking
could i rest my faith in there?
stay a while...
stay a while...
ooh
Something about your eyes
something that might
melt the winter in my heart
like a tongue touching snow
Because the way you move is dancing
while your mouth says funny things
im staring at your neck,
thinking, thinking
could i rest my faith in there?
stay a while...
stay a while...
ooh
Something about your mind
different, clever, kind
maybe we offer each other
other
if im with you long enough
to wet our wills as we grow old
could you let me close
to breathe your breath
to touch your soul?
your soul..
Cause the way you move is dancing
while your mouth says funny things
im staring at your neck,
thinking, thinking
could i rest my faith in there?
stay a while...
a while...
a while...
a while ...
ooh