Sooner or later I'll find what I'm feeling again
You're on the floor rolling round with the dogs by your hands
I'm birched on the bed, snapping pictures both backlit and dim
Sam open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Open up your eyes
Splinter under your thumb
I never though
Aching felt so good
No more I've gone soft
You've said I'm a river I think you're the rapids
I'm passing the little ones
Throwing their weight
On the flowery things
That are lining the trestle
Or path to the spring
Where we fell out of favour
My finicky fondness feels fragile, and honest
You're squeezing my hands till the sweat becomes glue and you'll say
Sam are you
Something I can have
Something I can have
Something I can have
Something I can have
Something I can have
Something I can have
Something I can have
Something I can have
Something that I had
Something that I had
Something that I had
Something that I had
Something that I had
Something that I had
Something that I had
Something that I had
I'll carry on crawling, and forward I'll flow once again
But I won't mosey far, the tide never chose where to land
Can I have you again?
Again