I�ve been feeling your hold

For a week or so

The impression shows



And I know I've been

In the arms of kin

My old strength is my new friend

My direction

My reverence



And there's a train in my heart

That doesn't seem to start

Unless you're lying next to me



When I go to bed

I lay down my wishful head

I'll be hearing what you said

Echoing

Reveling



My heart has been tearing

For there to here

My dear



I've got a baseball mitt

Made of leather and my spit

For catching skybits that have slipped

I call it sensation

You call it revelation



I've been feeling your hold

For a week or so

The impression shows