Lyrics Beth, just between teeth, the songs have flooded over us now and left you smelling of wet earth and sticks when there are no walls, just between white trees and white skies, the songs made the tender heart visible as a star. I ate that star. I drank the oil. Now my engines are smooth and going over the edge of the moon. Now, I’m the eye in my grandfather’s wood, carving the morning dove out of the deck and tired of rain. Now, you made the song spill over the dancing feet, rush like after a great run, you contained all my tears on your salty skin. It was on my wedding day and I ran through flooding water with one song going through me like a morning dove through the open mouth of the sun. Now, I’m sure the words weren’t right. Now, I’m sure I was blinded and searching these streets for an aisle, for my flowers, for you telling me there is no man. Now, I’m the years in my grandfather’s wood with his patterns and dyes, after the sands...