It's Part Of The Course

When a willow breaks in the storm, it makes new roots. I am warming my hands in yours I am a moon trembling after midnight it's part of the course praying for the sun, wishing away the chill snow praying for you, my first love, since, since I don't know when. Oh, I see orange blossoms dancing tonight and all I want to do is catch the stars, the dew, their arc hue blue light hold your hand until the sunlight till the nave of my chest fills with life, amen. Ooh, it's part of the course to love again and drown. Guided by a hand that never leaves your side.