there's a tiny green thread I wrap through canyons in my head
try to leave an end out to tie to you
there's a garden, grows beneath the burnt up leaves
I always leave a light on but that light is meant for me.
Tiger lillies, barefoot, free as can be
sea smoke rising, we'll split it between our lips
Oh with darkening hues returns the moon
last few drops of wine have been read
oh how the birds do fly
against that darkening sky
there's a tiny green thread i wrap through canyons in my head
try to leave an end out to tie to you.