Whetstones

Something about these woods
something i like
moss and an old man's beard
dripping rain from a branch in the fading daylight
ooh

And the way you move is dancing
while your mouth says funny things
i'm staring at your neck
thinking, thinking
could i rest my faith in there?
stay a while...
stay a while...
ooh

Something about your eyes
something that might
melt the winter in my heart
like a tongue touching snow

Because the way you move is dancing
while your mouth says funny things
i'm staring at your neck,
thinking, thinking
could i rest my faith in there?
stay a while...
stay a while...
ooh

Something about your mind
different, clever, kind
maybe we offer each other
other
if i'm with you long enough
to wet our wills as we grow old
could you let me close
to breathe your breath
to touch your soul?
your soul..

Cause the way you move is dancing
while your mouth says funny things
i'm staring at your neck,
thinking, thinking
could i rest my faith in there?
stay a while...
a while...
a while...
a while...
ooh