Pour the coffee, watch the wind blow the leaves on the trees
Hear the birds sing louder than the ghosts of freeways
Now haunting the spring, whispering breeze
Touch the blades of grass and drink in the life to my skin

It all goes on, every pore a window into the wet of my heart
It’s gutting me
I'm losing sleep
I'm spilling out of me

Will somebody touch me please?
Absorb me completely
This hungry body
Longing for the time of longing

When longing could mean something could be
I'm the pacing widow waiting for something that’s dead
To comе back from sea, sea, sea, sеa