Way Past Taken

Ooh

Ooh

Silk lining, delicate paper, tangerine rind

Tulip petals on the dresser all come to mind

Soft blonde pink brushing shoulders, page fifty-five

You trace letters over the pictures of a climbing vine

I'm in a field of your making

I can see a moonflower waken

Somewhere way past taken

Ooh

Somewhere way past taken

Ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh

Seashells, voices rising, silver wind chimes

Red clay pots lined up in a row all come to mind

Braiding purple clover in the summertime

Our hands pressed together, breathing light

I'm in a field of your making

I can see a moonflower waken

Somewhere way past taken

Ooh

Ooh

Taken, taken

Taken

Ooh, ooh

Ooh