Many Moons

You should go out and I'll stay in
My engagements are unrelenting
I feel as if my time's run out
I think my clock, dear, is just resetting

Oh, the winter it pulls me into its fire and I can't put out
The seasons change your eye color
Affecting how well you see me now
I'm no particular poet
I just gotta roll and figure out my line
But when the wind starts to pick up
I really like, I really like your hopes with mine here

Talk to me long, I'll pull you out like a ribbon
And wrap you around the base of a mountain
The vessel that creeps round thе globe, round the spherе
Is coming to see us the, the same time next year
So speak to me strong, I know that you're scared to
But you got to unfurl 'cause I have you just where I want you
Laying on this strip of dry land
Drawing all the lines your palm into the sand

The feathers that you keep in a vase in my home
Have made me a bird that'll never grow old
Mix-and-match plumes for a patchwork dove
Takes me off a-yearning for the age of my love
And the time, it feels unsafe like an egg in a rose
Just waiting in the center for its petals to unclose
So I'll collect my years and you collect your feathers
Many moons will only do us better