married by the man

You don't want a ring We don't have one anyway And I know you Better than my own hands And what I've done for the past few years or so Golden light in your smile Molten sunlight Green but not from the bottle The kind I see in your eyes How'd I manage to find you so late And keep you this long You're the sun I'm the moon I bathe in your glory The last few minutes of the day Where I see you before you wake Tell a story but one that I know Remind me of the cracks Where you fell through And made room for yourself And what comes next How'd I manage to find you so late And keep you this long Preacher won't see us Won't let us stand as one in front of God But I share your glass You take off my dress Oh preacher what is that Three kids but not in that way The kind that grow up later than eight Orange but not cigarettes The kind you see when the sun sets How'd I manage to find you so late And keep you this long How do I say I love you In a way that is new Without telling you the truth Of why I stare at your lips I won't talk about you (I won't talk about you) I won't write about you (I won't write about you) I won't breathe without you (I won't breathe without you) I won't dream without you Till we're laying Together six feet deep