Gimme Some More

White Rice, soy sauce, and butter

You scrape the bottom of that bowl

Your eyes make my heart flutter

All I think is give me some more

We say grace under that picture

John Prine on the kitchen wall

You say, "we ain't no high church

He's the best saint we can afford"

Gimme some more

The sun sets over your shoulder

The wind dies in your hair

My dark heart clouds right over

When your smile isn't there

I'll build towers to your beauty

I'll Bust them down just to get you back

You're paradise lit on fire

One look from you, and I'll turn to ash

Gimme some more

All I see is meant to be

All I feel is way down deep

All I can see is possibility

Oh you and me

You and me

Every door and light is on or open

You don't care what's lying on the floor

The world may rob us blind and hold us hostage

If I'm with you, give me some more

Gimme some more