Slate

Like pressure, and it's bleeding over
Like pressure, and it's bleeding over
There's something about when we embrace
Like throwing a voice into a well
And how deep my love goes
I'm still waiting for an echo here, but I know
When I walk, it's your way
When I breathe, it's your name
When I crave, it's your hands
When I dream, it's your face
And then it sunk into my head
When it's enough is more than I'd admit
And then it's bleeding over
Onto my jaw
Onto my neck
Pours out of my hands
There's something about the grip on me
Leaning like wind through trees
Gestured toward me singing
To throw my eyes to the drift, and I go
When I walk, it's your way
When I breathe, it's your name
When I crave, it's your hands
When I dream, it's your face
When I come upon myself meeting
Eye to eye to eye to, I do, I belong to him
And then it's bleeding over
Onto my jaw
Onto my neck
Onto the floor
It pours out of my hands
It seeps into the grass
It's running through the drains
It's swallowing the sun
I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes
I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes
I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes
I keep giving it away cause I got what it takes
Meeting eye to eye to eye to eye to eye
We drag our hands through the chalk
Meeting eye to eye to eye to eye to eye
We drag our hands over the slate