I will hang on the hook of your splendor
As the night rolls us up in its arms
And the square of your thumbs and your fingers

Is the blanket of the sky that's so warm

I know it's late but I can't help but think here

That the day hasn't shown all its cards
Now it's out to the stars of the ocean
Let's not retrace our steps to the car


Picking out all the stars that we like
Between finger and thumb

You laugh as you pass me the night
As if it's too fragile to hold
And I hold it so close to my chest

With your hands in my hands
You say this is just how we'll rest
Until light turns to sound


Now your eyelids they faint and they shiver
Like the wings of the last bird to leave

For the south for the heat for no reason
I watch as they fly for sheer joy


The wind shakes the branches above us
And the car shaved the ground at our backs
But the dark roman wine in our bloodstreams

Makes the cold just a word, just a sound

Picking out all the stars that we like

Between finger and thumb
You laugh as you pass me the night
As if it's too fragile to hold

And I hold it so close to my chest
With your hands in my hands
You say this is just how we'll rest

Until the light turns to sound