Soft Stuff

My hands are still thawing out from holding up in the rain
That burning sensation calls my blood to flow back again
I've much to report but not much to say so
It's what's left, and not what's been left behind

I'll come with you
My pocket full of stones
Stacking piles and piles of
Reasons to go back home, and

I'll comfort you
With my valleys and soft stuff
Stay with me, hearts crossed
Run with me far enough
To get to where we we’re going, mm-mm

These pools are still drying out from filling up in the rain
Anticipation calls for holding you once again
You’ve much to report but not much to say so
It’s what’s left and not what’s been left behind

I’ll come with you
My baggage and my bones
Packing parts and part of pieces
To come back home, and

I’ll comfort you
With my hands and my soft stuff
Not what we thought but
It’s what we got so
I go, you go, we go together

Inside the same, the same
Softness rearranged

Inside the same, the same
Inside it’s all the same

And I’ll always love you
Yeah I’ll always love you
And I’ll run with you
And I’ll stand by you too

We’re melting
We’re gone and
Unnerving
It’s gone and
Unnerving
It’s gone and
We’re learning
We’re gone and
We’re learning
We’re gone and
Unnerving

It’s gone and
It’s done and
It’s good and
It’s done and
It’s good and
It’s good and
It’s good and