I still haven't gone to do up my hair You'd have to be here I like when I hear you talking And I like when you just let it go You'd have to be here I'm watching an old man crossing the street below me now Strange, but he hardly seems like a man anymore I know it's the way of the world that the shimmer we hold somehow Changes so slowly to sand on the shore The sun has begun to break through the clouds You'd have to be here I like when I see you sleeping And I like when you just let it go You'd have to be here I'm seeing a garden, a place I keep longing to show to you It's northerly facing and close to an open fjord The wind that was moving the rhubarb moved through my childhood, too Calling so slowly from summers before And everything changes and nothing can last I'm sure you've been here Sometimes I can't help but worry And sometimes I can just let it go I'm sure you've been here The days may have names you can call, but they never come back to you The days are like children, they change into years as they grow They can't find their way and there's no one to show where they're going to They play with us here for a while and so swiftly - they go
I still haven't gone to do up my hair You'd have to be here I like when I hear you talking And I like when you just let it go You'd have to be here I'm watching an old man crossing the street below me now Strange, but he hardly seems like a man anymore I know it's the way of the world that the shimmer we hold somehow Changes so slowly to sand on the shore The sun has begun to break through the clouds You'd have to be here I like when I see you sleeping And I like when you just let it go You'd have to be here I'm seeing a garden, a place I keep longing to show to you It's northerly facing and close to an open fjord The wind that was moving the rhubarb moved through my childhood, too Calling so slowly from summers before And everything changes and nothing can last I'm sure you've been here Sometimes I can't help but worry And sometimes I can just let it go I'm sure you've been here The days may have names you can call, but they never come back to you The days are like children, they change into years as they grow They can't find their way and there's no one to show where they're going to They play with us here for a while and so swiftly - they go
