jordaan mason - lullaby for the boy in new york city lyrics
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your hands on wet lawns
your hands covered in grass
your hands printed into soil
my hands pressed against the glass
you’re always talking about laundry
even though your clothes smell so good
i just want to be near you
and you know i would if i could
but please, stay calm
i know you’ll adapt, eventually
your hands turned yellow
your hands turned blue
your hands: the crickets
yeah, they’re always sing to you
and sometimes when i’m still awake
i listen to the wind in the trees
sitting out on my front porch
stuttering and shaking in the knees
but please, stay calm
i know i’ll adapt, eventually
i know we’ll adapt, eventually
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