Whetstones

something about these woods

something i like

moss and an old man's beard

dripping rain from a branch in the fading daylight

ooh

and the way you move is dancing

while your mouth says funny things

i'm staring at your neck

thinking, thinking

could i rest my faith in there?

stay a while...

stay a while...

ooh

something about your eyes

something that might

melt the winter in my heart

like a tongue touching snow

because the way you move is dancing

while your mouth says funny things

i'm staring at your neck,

thinking, thinking

could i rest my faith in there?

stay a while...

stay a while...

ooh

something about your mind

different, clever, kind

maybe we offer each other

other

if i'm with you long enough

to wet our wills as we grow old

could you let me close

to breathe your breath

to touch your soul?

your soul..

cause the way you move is dancing

while your mouth says funny things

i'm staring at your neck,

thinking, thinking

could i rest my faith in there?

stay a while...

a while...

a while...

a while...

ooh