The fourth dimension’s passing, we’ll just call it “days”
In the presence of your absence I’ve been put right in my place
Can’t figure out how to paint the canvas in my head
And if I get too frustrated I’ll just probably paint it red
Ah, “my”, “my”. I’m no materialist, at least, I try
Ah… my, my. You’re the rustic house I suffocate in vines
On this side of the street
On this side of the cloud
It is raining down
And if we could just move that few feet
We could be dry and in the summer heat
But this is how it’s working out
Please don’t feel like property
With the space between I cling like ivy
To the foundation of my stability
I think it’s naïve to believe
the house is the ivy’s property
But if you still feel trapped I’m sorry
Sorry that I have overgrown
Just want to be part of your home
And cling on tight
I wont grow over your windows
Just want to be the ivy blanket
Tucking you in at night
With support like you is it ever any wonder...
...ivy clings? |