my wings and let me swing, childlike from your apron strings. bury me in the backyards and throw the memories over. cut my wings and let me swing. could you offer anything to a stubborn drunk with a serpent's tongue, still teething on an infant thumb? look at her dance. look at her move so slowly on the old wooden floors, with the radio on. every little change in the universe makes her heart shake and her stomach burst. she's holding on tight, but she's moving so fast. and when i'm come home, she's already in the bedroom sleeping with her headphones on and a bottle of wine. and every little word that i say to her, buzzes in her mind like hummingbirds that are hanging on tight, but they're moving so fast. she will make the moon rise in the morning. she is not afraid to fall in love. every time she dreams i hear her crying in her sleep. emily. she is waiting for your heart. she is waiting for your honesty. every time she falls in love, she falls apart again. emily is alright, but she's waiting for the dust to settle on the old wooden floors with the radio on. every little change in the universe makes her heart shake and her stomach burst. she's holding on tight but she's moving so fast. where did you leave your love? the oceans or the islands above? did you mark a sign so that i would dig it