Sticky Leaves

Is there another world you know?

And do you burn?

If you can tell me how it goes

Yeah, I will learn

I'm keeping a rigour on the snow

To wait and see

I'm seeing it quiver from below

Below the leaves

For every wreck I still believe in the greatest life and the stickiest leaves

And I

You say it in a foreign tongue

You don't know a thing about the things I've done

To keep on loving that heavenly face

Time is the only thing I know

The middle of your mixed up six words, nothing more

My love is proud, my love is small

And my love is a Friday pouring and a black wave cresting

And crashing down the living room shore, I've known it before, love

Sacred ground, I made a sound, did I make it right?

Enough, go along, I know I was wrong about my might

For every wreck I still believe in the greatest life and the stickiest leaves

And I

You say it in a foreign tongue

But you don't know a thing about the things I've done

To keep on, on