I propose a truce of light
a stick of grass upon
the flowers to take along
'cause if that light is out
and our peace hopes are lost
reveal your ties unmentioned
to see you turn your way
turn your way
turn your way
just suppose a new supply
wrap your cloak ever so tight around my silence
you may accuse what follows
of empty grass in the breeze
this isn't fair, isn't kind
such stillness
to turn your way
turn your way
turn your way
I propose a loss of (?)
our tree provides the shade
our trust provides the road
'cause what we make from nothing
pays the bills at home
the laws of this attraction are so bound
to turn your way
turn your way
turn your way
'cause if that light is on
know that these hopes of mine
reveal ties to me
to see you turn your way
turn your way
turn your way
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