Sticky Leaves

Is there another world you know
And do you burn
If you can tell me how it goes
I will learn
I’m keeping a rigour on the snow
To wait and see
I’m seeing it quiver from below
Below the leaves
For every wreck I still believe in the greatest life and the stickiest leaves
And I
You say it in a foreign tongue
You don’t know a thing about the things I’ve done to keep on loving that
heavenly face
Time is the only thing I know
The middle of your mixed up six words, nothing more
My love is proud, my love is small
My love is a Friday pouring and a black wave cresting and crashing down the
living room shore
I’ve known it before, love
Sacred ground
I made a sound
Did I make it right
Enough, go along
I know I was wrong about my might
For every wreck I still believe in the greatest life and the stickiest leaves
And I
You say it in a foreign tongue
But you don’t know a thing about the things I’ve done to keep on