Slate

Like pressure, and it's bleeding over

Like pressure, and it's bleeding over

There's something about when we embrace

Like throwing a voice into a well

And how deep my love goes

I'm still waiting for an echo here, but I know

When I walk, it's your way

When I breathe, it's your name

When I crave, it's your hands

When I dream, it's your face

And then it sunk into my head

When it's enough is more than I'd admit

And then it's bleeding over

Onto my jaw

Onto my neck

Pours out of my hands

There's something about the grip on me

Leaning like wind through trees

Gestured toward me singing

To throw my eyes to the drift, and I go

When I walk, it's your way

When I breathe, it's your name

When I crave, it's your hands

When I dream, it's your face

When I come upon myself meeting

Eye to eye to eye to, I do, I belong to him

When I come upon myself meeting

Eye to eye to eye to, I do, I belong to him

And then it's bleeding over

Onto my jaw

Onto my neck

Onto the floor

It pours out of my hands

It seeps into the grass

It's running through the drains

It's swallowing the sun

I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes

I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes

I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes

I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes

Meeting eye to eye to eye to eye to eye

We drag our hands through the chalk

Meeting eye to eye to eye to eye to eye

We drag our hands over the slate