Grandloves

Take all the little things away

Seek all the dimensions that stray from my eyes

Dig holes in me with wooden carved trowels

Hold still in me the hops that left it's guard down

Waking up is easy but you're breaking my whole thesis

I'm gone, feel it, but you're flowing with the shaman, and another thing

I'm in love with truth and sick and tired of this youth

And thinking that you're falling, but you're stalling when you're holding me

I'll grow bitters on the borders of your whistling skin

I'll sew pockets of the locks that fall from your bristling chin

Keep all my secrets in the trinkets dangling from the walls

Take what you are make it sacramental

I'm in love with truth and sick and tired of this youth

I want it to be easy but i'm queasy at the thought of it

I don't need no proof no lucky charm no wisdom tooth

To know it in the same way of that feeling when you're loving me

Brew you a warm drink out of my tattered hulls

Build you thick paper out of my clumsy skull

Soundly discreet make your bouldering shoulders glow

My grand loves i'll not finish what i done started

I'm sick of this

You sick of that

I'm not as dumb as that

(my sacred pining whims, my sacred vining whims)

I'll stake rare toothpicks

In my dirt filled heart

Meander the sacred lot of you

In every season

See that visual?

You are invincible

You hold it for your

Halo song