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Just to hear your voice again
You'd place the nearest star
Beneath my tongue
I know this hum
The warm spread
Of a honeymaker's touch
Tiptoed from my neck
All along my watch hand
It's weeks into years
Years into lives
This breath I've been holding
Don't feel like it's mine
Just to hear your voice again
They say, once in
To never pull out the barb
But I know this rush
The warm flood
The stuff of wildflowers
Sends them reaching for its only sun
All along my watch hand
It's weeks into years
Years into lives
This breath I've been holding
Don't feel like it's mine
Just to hear your voice again
You'd place the nearest star
Beneath my tongue
I know this dance
All down my arm
The honeymaker's waltz
Before you've even uttered a sound
All along my watch hand
It's weeks into years
Years into lives
This breath I've been holding
Don't feel like it's mine
