I lay these books
I lay these books out on the table
Bound but broken
Complete but open
Blow over
Blow over these books I wrote
Revive these tired bones
Rewrite these words
And I know
Without these books I am simply nothing
Just a hollow framework
Just a hollow framework
Blow over
Blow over these books I wrote
Revive these tired bones
Rewrite these words
And I confess
I confess I am a writer
With skewed ambitions
But holy visions
Blow over
Blow over these books I thought I wrote
The husk; my overcoat
But yours is the kernel
And I cannot feel the weight of your skin on mine
No residue in my ear of the slightest sound but I
I stand with the conviction that you are all I ever need
You're all I ever need
I see lights when you call my name
I see lights when you call my name
I see lights when you call my name
So go on and call it again
I see lights when you call my name
I see lights when you call my name
I see lights when you call my name
So go on and call it again
I see lights when you call my name
I see lights when you call my name
I see lights when you call my name
So go on and call it again
I see lights when you call my name
I see lights when you call my name
I see lights when you call my name
Call my name
So go on and call it again
