Call This Time Love

Call your voice glass, call mine the scattered birds

Call your face truth, call mine a woven gauze

Call your hands flight, call mine the closing walls

Call your lips peace, call mine back from war

Call this time love

Call this time love

Oh, under cover of the morning

When they're landing heavy gold on the horizon

They'll burn me for the multitudes

Oh, but my lover, oh my lover, oh my lover

Oh my lover, oh my lover, oh my lover

I would burn me too

Just to reach you, to say

Call your head night, call mine the death of stars

Call your eyes grace, call mine the turn of cards

Call your skin hope, call mine the miles

Call your touch earth, call mine healing scars

Call this time love

Call this time love

Oh

Call you outside, call me yours