Butterflies floating around my eyes, hip bone’s belly bowl, giddy intestines inside
I’m singing like a humming bird with your honey in me sweetly
A softness in my ribcage with you naked lying next to me
Fall’s coming down upon us, memories rustling leaves…
Of all the years we’ve know each other
And all the things we’ve seen
The trees will soon be turning as I’m turning in to meet you
You’re lovely to me truly
Come down upon me, please
Come on, come on, come on, come on…
I’m a man with a history and some of it’s not pretty
Ask me any question, I’ll try to answer truthfully
I’m standing in your doorway with my cellophane skin
Will you receive me after all the things I’ve been?
The heart’s temptation opens like an ocean
And spreads like an aftershock of a soft explosion
I’m standing in your gateway with my cellophane skin
Will you receive me after all the things I’ve been?
