a new song

you cant answer a question with a word you don't know
and i am young but youth is nothing no more
the light in the morning is soft and it's still
tho falling it hurts 'cause the light's so low
o my love we have the rabbits, the owls, the strings, the bow
o my love we have stomachs for whisky and the next heavy blow
of the
light in the morning is soft but it's still
forgetting my body's not yours,
i think i'm alone
i've given my head to too many
dead stars
your body is theirs
and mine not to own
and mine not to own
o my love we have january and february lodged in our throat
o my love we have one between us and one in the snow
where
i keep forgetting your arms arent mine, that i'm not alone
the stars of the city are tacky and gross
but the lift of your lips is a drink for the bones
and i may sing what i already know
that the car wash is burnt
that there's nothing to own
karl marx when you thought
crops grew in your mind
it was not clover or buckwheat
but the light
in the morning is soft and it's still
and as always it tricks me to think i'm alone
o my love we have the rabbits, the owls, the strings, the bow
o my love we have stomachs for whiskey and then next heavy blow
of the
light in the morning is soft but it's still