Pour the coffee, watch the wind blow the leaves on the trees
Hear the birds sing louder than the ghosts of freeways
Now haunting the spring, whispering breeze
Touch the blades of grass and drink in the life to my skin
It all goes on, every pore a window into the wet of my heart

It’s gutting me
I’m losing sleep
I’m spilling out of me
Will somebody touch me please?
Absorb me completely
This hungry body

Longing for the time of longing
When longing could mean something could be
I’m the pacing widow waiting for something that’s dead
To comе back from sea sea sea sеa