“Words”
Gregory Alan Isakov
Words mean more at night Like a song And did you ever notice The way light means more than it did all day long? Words mean more at night Light means more Like your hair and your face and your smile And our bed and the dress that you wore So I’ll send you my words From the corners of my room And though I write them by the light of day Please read them by the light of the moon And I wish I could leave my bones and my skin And float over the tired tired sea So that I could see you again Maybe you would leave too And we’d blindly pass each other Floating over the ocean blue Just to find the warm bed of our lover And I’ll send you my words From the corners of my room And though I write them by the light of day Please read them by the light of the moon
