I think of Venus sinking down into the sea And what it is to be alone and have nothing I don't know why you want to leave this space between Is it easier
I will cry for you sometimes When the night is down And I raise my head up to the mountains Talk to the birds and I fly 'Cause the spirit lives on When
Slipping, slipping from me Burning, breathing, breathing Sleeping, in me I used to lean over the side of the boat And get hypnotized by the water and dream Slipping, slipping, slipping Slipping from
I'm talking to strangers To see what I feel; Your face is changing now And nothing seems real. These things I know Are like a baby how they grow in me
On the Vermont Transit Bus I leaned my arm into a little chink of sun, going somewhere older than I was, strapped into something tight, keeping me small
I put my hands where your wings should be, I put my feet where the earth should be And I can't see very far And when you said that you were dead I hung
, slipping from me. Burning, breathing, breathing, sleeping, in me. I used to lean over the side of the boat and get hypnotized by the water and dream. Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping from
I think of Venus sinking down into the sea. And what it is to be alone and have nothing. I don't know why you want to leave this space between. Is it
I will cry for you sometimes when the night is down. And I raise my head up to the mountains, talk to the birds and I fly 'cause the spirit lives on,