Words

Words come and go Like birds, back and forth You and I are getting older all the time Home before the curfew Overrun with virtue The wondering is our one redeeming vice Honey what keeps all these threads together now? Flowers decrescendo Wilting in the window Everything is dying all the time Oh my head is pounding The dog rehearsed his howling And I might be the last thing on your mind Honey what keeps all these threads together now? Is this love? Is this what we're all afraid of? Is this love? The years come and go Like birds, back and forth You and I are getting paler all the time Baby in the backseat Acting like it's magic But I can see your eyes in her eyes Honey what keeps all these threads together now? Is this love? Is this what we're all afraid of? Is this love?