There is so little light from the warmth of the sun There is so little light from the warmth of the sun There is so little light from the warmth of the sun
Till we existed Where nothing stood Bitter how we almost missed Staggered that it did not flood When I look back in season From under root Cornering for different reasons Burdened with the lesser fruit And soft And soft and shirtless sleeves Unsteady as it seems
There is so little light from the warmth of the sun There is so little light from the warmth of the sun There is so little light from the warmth of the sun
I wish I had understood my marks Was not worried about single parts I cut like a fragment of a single heart I cut like a fragment of a single heart
There is so little light from the warmth of the sun There is so little light from the warmth of the sun There is so little light from the warmth of the sun There is so