Falling asleep, with you on my shoulder
And hoping to keep you, under the crook of my arm
And touching your hand, just brushing your fingers
A joining so bright and so gentle, a love like a damselflies wing
And rising at dawn, you bade me a soft farewell
Your head leaves a print on the pillow, so I sleep with the spirit you made
And you tell me things, by light of a candle
A cave at the end of the wide dirt path, filled with painting and bells that ring
Got me that old holy feeling
Got me that old holy feeling
And when will my future
End
So I let you in, you turned your face
You were careless, I was changed
In holloways and open roads
I watched your open eyes explode
To take it in, with feathered touch
Upon my skin and in our lust
I shook you out, that summer rain
Will come again and wash our faces
Got me that old holy feeling
Got me that old holy feeling