Backyard Garden

Hot water on cold skin I caught you looking for their silhouettes

Hold me down now and button my coat

It's cold outside and I've got nothing to show but

Into the night now I can hear the lights

Buzzing like soft rain that falls on the rooftops

Where I sit with all that I am

To watch the birds come home

Morning time I held you up to the light and

The light it shown through then you ran up the trellis and

Back to your room where you hid in the stacks now of papers and booze I'm watching them bloom

The flowers in the garden they bear your name