Rocky

You've got your head So far up a tree My calls coil in knots They beg you to leave I coax, when you come I back right on down You scare me, you steal me The most gorgeous sounds Come Lay your head in my lap We'll go through the trash You dug from the neighbor's bin Come Take off your mask This fever will pass We'll tell each other stories Stories Stories Stories Stories You run the night I work all day We pass in the dusk I push you to stay I leave you a plate You carve me a sign Lines on the nightstand The last drop of wine Come Leave footprints in ash I burned all the plans I made before you came in Come Open your hand It all goes to sand We'll tell each other stories Stories Stories Stories Stories You, you brought me the good stuff This time You, you brought me the good stuff This time