I slip into your gown, and sleep until it's noon,
And I hold that thought for hours, before holding up the moon
I slip into your home, and sleep until it's late,
And I hold that head for hours, before getting out of state

Drop high, don't stow away heartache
Don't run away until a fifth of the walls hit their mark
Grow shy, don't steal away keepsakes
Don't run away until the fourth of the horses has marched

Glowing cold, glowing old, glowing time
Brought the seal of a kiss of a fallback light
Laughing out, breathing in, holding time
Sit on back, open arms at a foreign light

I'll watch for a sudden chime of all the better times ahead,
And bang the nails into the door, and cross the stars around my head
And if God's a state of mind, I think I'll split and live in the country,
All that noise, all that noise, sizzling in the background every time

Glowing cold, glowing old, glowing time
Brought the seal of a kiss, on a wall, of a fallback light
Laughing out, breathing in, holding time
Sitting back in a chair, open arms at a falling kite

And the words you bought run on ice
And the words you bought run on ice
And the words you bought run on ice
And the words you bought run on ice