If I could reach and grab you like a book off of a
dusty shelf
oh i'd take you to a quiet place and read you all by
myself
i'd count the stitches in your neck and across your
back (x2)
a child am i and scared to die so let us leave this
town tonight
i'd carry you in my back pocket with the few things
that i value
a thank you note, directions home, and several
pictures of my mother
oh let us go away, oh let us go away