I hate to watch your waiting face
Hope in secret i'll stay awake
I hate to watch your waiting face
My pinkies are clotheslines
Dipping to the ground
Wavering in north wind
Are words that I mouthed
In the smaller hours
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
In the smaller hours
The lamplight fills out
Sundress with a fallen hem
St. Christopher around your neck
Looking to me past dripping thread
I said we should follow the gulls
To someone else's summer home
Marigolds grow in seams of
Brick and pipe dreams
In the smaller hours
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
In the smaller hours
The lamplight fills out
Music box silhouettes
St. Christopher around your neck
Looking to me though my song is cement
