Vespering

I'm reading the braille of you
The crease of your smile
And the veins in your arm
And we're quiet as the sea
Hold me and fold me

God speed
God speed
I'm vespering

Cold morning light on its feet
First coffee down
Dishes in the sink
And I curl into your hand
Your willing ampersand

God speed
God speed
God help me
I'm vespering

These little troubles
I got off my chest
I'd crack a bad joke now
But you do that best
Oh you do that best

There's a heatwave in the street
And a nail in the grass
Picked it up
Carved your name on the underpass
Like I'm 17 and free
Like you'll always walk with me

God speed
God speed
God help me
I'm vespering
I'm vespering
I'm vespering