Collarbone

Desire hangs on for dear life On the window sill of the collarbone Of the one I love And a glimmering shimmer Of sweat gathers into a pool in her palm From a well in her wrist (Chorus) And the only thing that speaks the truth Is the eloquence of passing time The spoken word is a jacket too tight. There's a shimmering vision By the window pane A cellophane figure speaking in Tounges from above Theres the curve of a stone And the crest of a wave Here are the lips that cracked And the sound that they made (Chorus) Desire hangs on for dear life On the window sill of the collarbone Of the one I love. The grass spills out and catches a flame The trees stand up and scream there blissfullness. (Chorus)