We could listen to the rain a while
and you can rest yourself in my smile.
I'd like it if you'd put your shoes next to mine,
and I'd like it if we could wallow in the sweet smoke.
I wish that I lived in a violin,
'cause there'd be music livin' in the floor
A bow and string would make up the door.
And outside that door your love would grow
Played by that old bow.
Oh, we could lay under the shadows the strings
And I could cover myself with your voice as it sings.
I'd like it if you'd let your dusty light fill the room.
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