Collarbone Lyrics

Desire hangs on for dear life
On the window sill of the collarbone
Of the one I love
And a glimmering shimmer
Of sweat gathers into a pool in her palm
From a well in her wrist

[Chorus]

And the only thing that speaks the truth
Is the eloquence of passing time
The spoken word is a jacket too tight.

There's a shimmering vision
By the window pane
A cellophane figure speaking in
Tounges from above

Theres the curve of a stone
And the crest of a wave
Here are the lips that cracked
And the sound that they made

[Chorus]

Desire hangs on for dear life
On the window sill of the collarbone
Of the one I love.
The grass spills out and catches a flame
The trees stand up and scream there blissfullness.

[Chorus]