Blow Your Nose

The earth moves and the sun keeps still Bathwater tides come in A bird hits the window pane With a joyless sound That echoes round and round In your belly swim the spores We picked off the forest floors And if you must cry with grief Blow your nose right on my sleeve Dreams push out reality Sand kisses fingertips Ghosts sing behind your ear For the one you loved, who's never coming back In the bathtub swim the spores We picked off the forest floors And if you must cry with grief Blow your nose right on my sleeve Blow your nose right on my sleeve Blow your nose right on my sleeve Blow your nose right on my sleeve Blow your nose right on my sleeve