Album: Best Loved Goodnight Tales
So after all is said and done
We’re still not that much further
From the place that this began
But I still think we’re perfect
Just to be perfect is to be stupid
And I’m stupidly in love
I’m so in love
So baby, hold your palms
Four inches from your eyes
I know our paths will come to an end
At the same town and time
I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine
(?) you’re sleeping
And this bedroom is freezing
Wind rattles your silver photo tree
I make hand puppets and shadows
With the light from the lamppost
That crawls up your walls from Large Drive
I put my thumb to my thumb
And my forefingers together
I create a circle to make a halo in the shadows
And hold it above your shadow’s head
So baby, hold your palms
Four inches from your eyes
I know our paths will come to an end
At the same town and time
I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine
No matter where you’re walking
Your feet are always
Two steps ahead of your legs
You’ll always be the second silver spoon
Needed to complete the set
You said you were lonely when he went home
But you’ll never know
And you’ll never be as lonely
As this useless second pillow
With which I share my bed
So baby, hold your palms
Four inches from your eyes
I know our paths will come to an end
At the same town and time
I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine