Sleep Talking

The sum of my parts makes up.. something, I'm sure- something of yours Nothing of mine What price would you put on lover's dreams? Same price as my aggravation fee? People we love but rarely see Picking freshbloomed flowers in spring Growing in the downpour of my dreams Tell you about it next time we sleep We dig the holes and we make the beds Brush the dirt off of the sheets And blankets that bury our heads The shadow of your figure Pressed together drunken feet Speaking in tongues Fast asleep