[ Featuring Company ]
She's got hair falling in her eyes
I'm stuck as a stone, choking on lines
Dust calms itself for her outside
Storms pick up when I pass by
We sleep for too long at night
Through earthquakes and monsoons and runaway flights
As said by the still air and hair in her eyes
There's slim use in waking but skin to daylight
Hold out, so then I want more
Touch and sound from ceiling to floor
I count down 'till you walk through that door
Hours then minutes 'till seconds before
She don't need too much in this cold house of mine
Coffee in the morning bread in the mean time
There ain't no work in this town for her or I
So now, There's just time for we and our eyes
For we and our eyes get blisters sometimes, from squeezing the light
No city in sight. Through the forest at night
Hold out, so then I want more
Touch and sound from ceiling to floor
I count down 'till you walk through that door
Hours then minutes 'till seconds before
Hold out, so then I want more
Touch and sound from ceiling to floor
I count down 'till you walk through that door
Hours then minutes 'till seconds before
Hold out
I count down
