I have an unborn son I have an unborn son And he has not begun To become one with anyone yet He's a box in the closet He's but a thought in my head And I've seen the way you see me I know the sheets on your bed So don't pretend you don't see me Stop playing dumb or dead I've been reborn southernly I've been your dearest friend I've been romanced and captured Hung by a mustard thread And yes, I do long to be taken To the sea of despair Where I can tread through the water Deep blue and threadbare Give me your heart as a home I'm a nomad and I am so lonesome Give me your eyes for to roam And the wave of your hair to be baptized in Whether your steps are running towards Or whether they are running away from You are the apple You are the warrior You know I would never put you in danger Just up on my shoulders Just up on my shoulders Just up on my shoulders Steadfast and skyward