I will hang on the hook of your splendour. as the night roles us up in its arms. And the square of your thumbs and your fingers. is the blanket of sky that's so warm. I know it's late but I can't help but thinking. that the day hasn't shown all its cards. Now it's out to the stars or the ocean. Let's not retrace our steps to the car. Picking out all the stars that we like. between finger and thumb. You laugh as you pass me the night. as if it's too fragile to hold. And I hold it so close to my chest. with your hands in my hands. You say this is just how we'll rest. until the light turns to sound. Now your eyelids they faint and they shiver. like the wings of the last bird to leave. for the south for the heat for no reason. It's all just to fly for sheer joy. The wind shakes the branches above us. and the car shaved the ground at our backs. But the dark roman wine in our bloodstreams. makes the cold just a word just a sound. Picking out all the stars that we like. between finger and thumb. You laugh as you pass me the night. as if it's too fragile to hold. And I hold it so close to my chest. with your hands in my hands. You say this is just how we'll rest. until the light turns to sound. . SnowPatrolBR.com