Tie Her.

Tie Her

Folding to the beat
the sun is going weep
when you lie like a tiger in grass

we can bring string
to fold you in dreams of blue
mind goes rushing up to the sky

where theres a ghost waiting for you
to come home

halo above your smiling eyes
i cant sleep but i dont mind
when we rise above the light

theres nothing left to do
might aswell sit on the street with you
i cant turn back the lines
that broke yesterday
so i wash away

gently burn beneath the fields of rye
orange stripes with spots of white