Folded in to arms, so real (or I hold it into arms so real) There is something that we can't feel Life's not horrible all the time Smokes and cups and words of rhyme Dripping ceiling, lemon-lime I love you, and that's all I have to say Eyes of gray and pavement green Wrap your arms around the seam Take your love and hold it close Just slightest suggestion Eyes of gray and pavement green Wrap your arms around the seam Take your love and hold it close Just slightest suggestion Spinning slightly 'round My head hits the ground A seed pops out Glows the thought, then (or Globes of thought, then) Descends the thought to you, with love With love With love