Walk With Me – Moby
You’re all elbows and I was the soda machine,
dishing out what everyone needs,
the basket weaver ran back to the trees, and
I didn’t buy cause there wasn’t bait.
He’s making these things that he hates
well it shows and you know what?
I hate them too.
Or that’s an idea from long ago,
tangled in the lost and forgot.
In this hail I love you more.
contrast wild like storm and stable ground.
A newborn and ghost.
I’ll keep you warm and an eye on the stove.
I hope there are no spirits.
Because if these dreams of mine are signs,
then who knows if I’ll see another winter.
and if there are no spirits,
I’ll build a house with you in it.