Like the setting sun
And more than anyone
You look warmer when you're sinking down
Find your favourite tree
And come sit next to me
I've a sheet that's softer than the ground
This time spent with you
Feels like charcoal sketches for a painting
That you won't let me see
But I've come to find
That comfort comes like quarters in a pocket
I thought were lost to me
All your favourite clothes
And all the pain we know
Came from those you favour for a time
Take it off your chest
And throw your loneliness
In a surly river, cold and wild
Lie about your sign
And hang your worry line
On a missing poster for a dog
Find a promise ring
And blind affinity
For a match the gypsy said was wrong
This time spent with you
Feels like charcoal sketches for a painting
That you won't let me see
But I've come to find
That comfort comes like quarters in a pocket
Discovered accidentally

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