Fist of Flowers

Hamilton Leithauser

Ah, you are the hook
Tuggin' my string
In every great promise
I just gotta sing
Maybe you're lost
Or maybe you're free
But God, I wish you were here with me

'Cause you are the grease
Spinnin' my wheels
In every great notion
I just gotta feel
Maybe you're lost
Or maybe you're free
But God, I wish you were here with me

In a shotgun seat, baby
With a fist of flowers

Past the catboat masts
And the crowfoot grass
By the birch bark trees
Dropping last year's leaves
Where the bird bones mix
With the shells and the sticks
And the seaweed glows in the dark
Oh, maybe you're lost
Or maybe you're free
But God, I wish you were here with me

In a shotgun seat, babe
With a fist of flowers

God, I wish you were here with me
God, I wish you were here with me
God, I wish you were here with me