My Prettiest Songs

Hurry back and kiss me good night,
and I'll reach into the dark to find my kindest face.
The seamstress is dancing in her golden thread light,
'though her special shoes have a broken lace.

Here in your hand is placed a sleeping bird,
so tell me softly that you feel the same.
"Love is so much more than a simple word,"
said the lamb to the lion that's now become so tame.

And my prettiest songs are all about you--
those waning days of writing on an unmade bed.
I wrote you a note, but I left it at home.
Can I share my life with you instead?

So put away your hairbrush with tenderness,
and these very trees won't have to feel so lost.
My heart doth speak what my mouth can't confess,
for your love has already paid the cost.

Your love has already paid the cost.

And my prettiest songs are all about you--
those waning days of writing on an unmade bed.
I wrote you a note, but I left it at home.
Can I share my life with you instead?

Can I share my life with you instead?