Known

Known


I could be a thousand miles from here
I could listen to everything
Untie the stars and draw new constellations
Go load my heart into a sling

You don't have a shackle on me
It's not about what's done and owed
They all want me to paint them vivid pictures
But with you I don't feel so cold

Give to me?
What's the use in giving
What we don't really have
But I have so much to give
That I don't really have
Oh, I have so much to give
So much that you can't hold
So much that I can't hold

You once asked, "If I could be with anyone...?"
So I told an old Marx Brothers joke
The more I'd alter with hypotheticals
The more they become mirrors in smoke

What if she didn't have a lover?
Wishing her sorrow, I'd hardly call that love
Wherever you wake up tomorrow
Honey, if you're happy, that's all I'll say I want

Give to me?
What's the use in giving
What we don't really have
But I have so much to give
That I don't really have
Oh, I have so much to give
So much that you can't hold
So much that I can't hold

I once felt your breath from between your lips
Pulled slowly in through mine
For just a moment
On a pinhead, foolish and divine
Oh well, nevermind
Fingertips caressing scars

I could be a thousand miles from here
Unweighed have past few offerings
Lotus or driftwood, we call much company
Simple props in our private tragedies

But you don't have a shackle on me
It's not about what's done or owed
As much as I could love anyone, I love you
I am grateful to know and feel known

Give to me?
What's the use in giving
What we don't really have
But I have so much to give
That I don't really have
Oh, I have so much to give
So much that you can't hold
So much that I can't hold


December 2018