Vespering

Lyrics

I'm reading the braille of you The crease of your smile And the veins in your arm And we're quiet as the sea Hold me and fold me God speed God speed I'm vespering Cold morning light on its feet First coffee down Dishes in the sink And I curl into your hand Your willing ampersand God speed God speed God help me I'm vespering These little troubles I got off my chest I'd crack a bad joke now But you do that best Oh you do that best There's a heatwave in the street And a nail in the grass Picked it up Carved your name on the underpass Like I'm 17 and free Like you'll always walk with me God speed God speed God help me I'm vespering I'm vespering I'm vespering