something about these woodsnnsomething i likennmoss and an old man's beardnndripping rain from a branch in the fading daylightnnoohnnnnand the way you move is dancingnnwhile your mouth says funny thingsnni'm staring at your necknnthinking, thinkingnncould i rest my faith in there?nnstay a while...nnstay a while...nnoohnnnnsomething about your eyesnnsomething that mightnnmelt the winter in my heartnnlike a tongue touching snownnnnbecause the way you move is dancingnnwhile your mouth says funny thingsnni'm staring at your neck, nnthinking, thinkingnncould i rest my faith in there?nnstay a while...nnstay a while...nnoohnnnnsomething about your mindnndifferent, clever, kindnnmaybe we offer each othernnothernnif i'm with you long enoughnnto wet our wills as we grow oldnncould you let me closennto breathe your breathnnto touch your soul?nnyour soul..nnnncause the way you move is dancingnnwhile your mouth says funny thingsnni'm staring at your neck, nnthinking, thinkingnncould i rest my faith in there?nnstay a while...nna while...nna while...nna while...nnooh