I’ve got a plan to sing you back home
To strike up the band and love you alone
I’ve got a plan
Silver the stars,Golden the night
Hey,Hold on
I’m not through with you yet
Your mind is a book
Your body is a page
Your fingers are pools
Your beauty is a cage
I carry you home
When after the rains
The hemlocks are wet
Hey,Hold on
I’m not through with you yet
Heavy you weight on my mind
Heavy you weight
Like a prose that is frozen with rhyme
Heavy you weight
I’ve got a plan
whatever it takes
I’ll put on the moves
I’ll put on the breaks
I’ve got a plan
The curtains are drawn
The table is set
Hey,Hold on
I’m not through with you yet
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