I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat
My fingers wrap around your words
And take the shape of games we play
My fingers wrap around your words
And take the shape of games we play
I feed your words through my buttonholes
I bring them to my fingerless gloves
Green and prone to fraying
I keep you in the pockets of my dresses
And the bristles of my brushes
Spin you into my curls today
I spoon you into my coffee cup
Spin you through a delicate wash
I wear you all day
I wear you all day
I bring them to my fingerless gloves
Green and prone to fraying
I keep you in the pockets of my dresses
And the bristles of my brushes
Spin you into my curls today
I spoon you into my coffee cup
Spin you through a delicate wash
I wear you all day
I wear you all day
Thoughts of you, warm my bones
Im on my way, im on the phone
Lets get lost, me and you
An ocean and a rock is nothing to me.
Ocean and a Rock by Lisa Hannigan, a beautiful irish woman whose words pierce my soul!
-L
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