Little birds all lined up on the wire
a’feathers fleeting
Stealing winter hanging on the line
And we’re hitting the dregs again
Watch those secret dreams grow round upon the vine
And the honey’s dripping
Hold your distant schemes like water turned to wine
And give all of your blood to me
Move closer to ascend the path on high
Arm and arm we’re marching
Round the bend a severe jagged line
And we’re deep in the weeds again
Watch your dearest dreams bud up upon the vine
Oh the honey’s dripping
Hold your secret schemes like water turned to ice
And give all of your blood to me
I have it made, (like) I had you made, there’s no over-under.
I’ve got it made
All at once so wretched and divine
The one heart beating
Skipping 'cross a fleeting string of time
And I’m under your skin again
As our precious fruit grows riper off the vine
Hand in hand they’re singing
Hold your dearest truths from starlight in the night
and give all of your blood to me
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