All of these unfinished pages
gosh, I don’t know where to start..
but, oh
the heart.. (my heart)
It lays and leads with you (it lies back, it lays back, and it bleeds for you)
It slides back from black
since you made me feel brand new.

Like tall, long grass
that’s nearly damp with dew (been damped from dew)
and yet it dawned on me
that the leaves still dance from the wind (in the wind)

No matter how much they’ve grown
or have known
or knew.. (in my dress surrounded by a night of blue)

So, why couldn’t I
begin the dance too.. (begin to dance to)

Am I just..
waiting for a golden slip to permission me? (the golden slip)

Well, it comes through.. (yes, it passes through)
and I don’t look at you
because, well..
if I looked at you.. (if I look at you)
my heart would surrender
and it would choose
to dance with you.

I would choose to dance with you. (& I would choose the dance of you).