Talking to Fog

This is a surrender to the garden, to the weeds All our stalls are turning back to stone This is waking to our morning, falling through our floor Our broken hearts as hard as broken bones Sorrow says "believe me, you can walk into my mouth" But every time we have, it's hard to leave Let's say it like the sunrise when it's talking to the fog We're both looking for a light in the window of a house Beneath our winter branches, underneath our winter clouds But it's hard to find Lovers all surrender, like the garden and weeds It's always say when saying what mean Our arms are full of water and the water all wants out Like our meadow birds giving back their wings Sorrow says "believe me, you can climb into my trees" We know it's harder to get down each time we do Let's say it like the sunrise talking to the fog We're both listening for music by a river after dark And every space we're making as we pull ourselves apart But it's hard to find Sorrow says "believe me, you can beat into my breast" And all our bandages and bruises know it's true Let's say it to the sunrise shaking us awake We're both reaching out for love, outside wanting in To a room that's made of moonlight and the walls are warm as skin Where our memories of singing fill the air behind our heads And our meadow bugs are living for the only flowers left Where our burns return their fire and the cold can have our clothes Where our dying deer is folded on the soft side of the road Where the wind is our direction and the waves say "come along" Where the faces of our family and friends go on and on But it's hard to find --- Talking To Fog - Iron and Wine