Stretch Marks

You walked into the heart of it and tarried for a while "I don't want to dance, you could've been death You walked into the heart of it You walked into the heart I love you, baby" Can you contemplate now? Standing in the heart of it Clairvoyant yet asking of benevolence And fearing the tipple (Feeding the Sibyl) Pulls me closer to the sun Sooner to wilt and float back You showed me the natural world I feel the pillars wrench and I feel my spine is a'moanin' and You know I glide right through Yeah yeah I glide right through But stop and look on the fringe Sitting on the sills like a tear of your eyelid I hear the bells humming back "There are things that still ring true" Yeah me there screaming back "I love you, baby" I leave the still trim and look back with scorn They were ornate and warm, now tarnish the middle! Look up to the sky Dripping purple brings me back to The peak looking back says "I'd like to sing my song" Yeah yeah, tarnishing the middle utters "I see a part of me in that dust!" We're so full of turns Keeping it taciturn, so full of turns Keeping my eyes open wide the light connoisseur He seems to mention to me "Weave the wheat of a well listened to child" A tender thing and so full of turns A maternal reward doth hum Arresting my jests assessing my mess with tremoring echo "You must keep stoic, and learn your way Settle your skin and fill your boots" But not you! It is true! I love you, baby!