Daughter

well it's you and it's me me with a drink in my hand the ice is tinkling like a wind chime and late afternoon settles over the land and you're talking about things interesting just slightly and things that matter too much to say any way but lightly did you know you're so beautiful on the edge of summer that years from now I'll cry to remember how very close you were knowing this will I reach for you knowing this will I reach for you the way you want me to well it's time to be wise wise in the ways of the heart to come out from under the covers this voluntary state of apart from the faces, oasis in this Sahara of sorrow these graces that hold me it's from you that I borrow --- Daughter - Vienna Teng