If I could fly I would never surrender
If I could fly I would fly over the pine trees
Until I am somewhere where solitude is a dream
Where I could trace over the past
Sew a ribbon onto thy heart and drown in tears
The tables we turn, the glow-worms in my palms
Sticky with angel cake and a jar of ladybugs in spring
When the night is icy and cold and there is no difference
Between desire and loneliness
I rest with my feet in the pond, watching the gulls
Gather like dust, the sky ripe with summer clouds
Drinking from the pail of milk
The roses spill over the mist of the pine trees
I close my eyes and think I could be your boyfriend
Kissing you until the sky gets dark
Filling in your heart, until there is nothing more
I could be your boy and feel less lonely in your arms
Kissing and not sleeping
Kissing and not sleeping
I watch the cows grazing in fields of golden syrup
And find myself longing for your touch
As the years pass me and the slow dance of memory
Whispers brackish seas of goodbye
I am sure of myself, always thinking of his love
The hawk on the string by the blue hillside
Tired, I rub my eyes and remember the goat song
My Jesus bracelet and my cloudy jeans
Strawberry jam and the dirt on my knees
Pressed against another note written in the stars
In the evergreen echoing sadness of love
Kissing you until the sky gets dark
Filling in your heart, until there is nothing more
I could be your boy and feel less lonely in your arms
Kissing and not sleeping
Kissing and not sleeping.