Morning on the panes
Beads run down like names
Your hand leaves a print
On the fog between us
The ferns all lean in
Like they know your grin
I breathe in the green
And it stays on my skin
Twelve shades of late
The air won’t move
We’re half-vanished now
In the same hot room
Humid glasshouse
Hold me in the heat
Humid glasshouse
You and me, you and me
Humid glasshouse
Don’t let go of me
Humid glasshouse
Stay where you breathe
Moss on the bench
Rain on the roof
Tiny gold flies
Circle the fruit
You laugh like a spark
Through the overgrowth
I’m right in your path
And you know it
Twelve shades of late
The air won’t move
We’re half-vanished now
In the same hot room
Humid glasshouse
Hold me in the heat
Humid glasshouse
You and me, you and me
Humid glasshouse
Don’t let go of me
Humid glasshouse
Stay where you breathe
If the world comes calling
Let it wait outside
I found your pulse
In the vines tonight
Humid glasshouse
Hold me in the heat
Humid glasshouse
You and me, you and me
Humid glasshouse
Don’t let go of me
Humid glasshouse
Stay where you breathe
