We Want the Heat

A lean-to, I meet you

You've never seen something smaller than yourself

Dodge raindrops, make short stops

All sound is heavenly when you take it off the shelf

We don't want the light

We want the heat

It's always bigger than you think, and

All these open doors

The clamor and the streets

We hide and seek but don't find any trouble at all

Short morning, long evenings

The endless play of something hidden in the grass

Your glass sweats, trace comets

Tilt your chair back, glances to the past

We don't see the point

You want relief

And something hanging overhead

All these open doors

Finally growing teeth

The finer things you pled, and

Everything is wrong

Everything's a mess

You're always sorry at the end, and

Silently we wait

Intertwined but less

It's a story that we'll tell

That's all