(B. Walkenhorst)
I want to grow old with her
To have our children come
And find us face down on the hill
Listening to the hum
I want to grow wise with her
Truth pounded into bone
The sound of lies dies like white noise
Listen to the hum
I want to grow gardens with her
In soil of sand and stone
My desert blooms with wild perfumes
Listen to the hum
I want to grow up with her
To change in slow motion
From laughter simple to lovers that tremble
Listen to the hum
I want to be born with her
Where cell and soul become
Aligned and tuned to something new
Listen to the hum
1 | Let My People Go-Go |
2 | Government Cheese |
3 | Small Circles |
4 | Drinkin |
5 | Shiny Shiny |
6 | Tornado Of Love |
7 | Johnny Reb |
8 | Width of a Line |
9 | Snakedance |
10 | Doomsville |