Collarbone

[Verse 1]
Desire hangs on for dear life
On the window sill of the collarbone of the one I love
And a flickering glimmer of sweat gathers
Into a pool in her palm from a well in her wrist

[Chorus]
And the only thing that speaks the truth
Is the eloquence of passing time
The spoken word is a jacket too tight

[Verse 2]
There's a shimmering vision by the window pane
A cellophane figure speaking in tongues from above
And there's the curve of a stone and there's the crest of a wave
There are the lips that cracked and the sound that they made

[Chorus]
And the only thing that speaks the truth
Is the eloquence of passing time
The spoken word is a jacket too tight, too tight

[Verse 3]
Desire hangs on for dear life
On the window sill of the collarbone of the one I love
And the grass spills out and catches a flame
And the trees stand up and scream their blissfulness

[Chorus]
But the only thing that speaks the truth
Is the eloquence of passing time
The spoken word is a jacket too tight, too tight
Too tight, too tight, too tight, too tight