Anywhere

Picked out and pink on the line Pale thread shivering Out, for the season of the copulating dead Out, for the salmon in the river running red And I might swim with you At the same time, at the same time Fixed up and feeling alright Soft felted wool on us Oh, what a pretty pocket sewn about the bed And, when the baby comes we'll feed it till it's fed And I might eat up too At the same time, at the same time You anywhere with you I will meet you there All my waking nights Like an idiot I've prayed to you I will call it what you want me to At the same time, at the same time Sleeping out sweet under soft pines Golden coterie Come, for the others now are getting into bed Come, and the animals will dance about your head And I might rest with you At the same time, at the same time