Gimme just a little more time and I'll be flowing to your door.
Just like a seed all my moves are slow I'm always heading for unsure.
I like to think I'm not a complicated man, but then again I can't be sure.
So give me just a little more time, you know, you'll give me til the early morn'.
I play the flute in a rag doll suit, and you wear the overcoat.
I never wanted you more than the time you buttoned I across your throat.
You held my arm like an anchoer would tie itself onto a boat.
And whispered in my ear
Wish how you'd take me from here looking out towards the coves.
Clean the table and go.
Make tracks in the snow.
We're knocking knees in a traveling breeze and swinging babies on our hip.
My mouth is open singing bout that trip, slipped you on a city trip.
I watch you move in