Corduroy Legs
Moonlit Whispers and Corduroy Dreams: Beth Orton's Poetic Harmony
Lyrics
There is that I can only hear by the moon
There is a sound that I can only hear when illuminated by the moon.
I lay still enough to hear the trees grow
I remain motionless enough to perceive the gradual growth of trees.
I listen for the creak of their thoughts
I pay attention to the subtle noises produced by the thoughts of the trees.
And I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs
I perceive the distinct sound of your legs, clad in corduroy, ascending the stairs.
And all the kindest words are held in reserve
The most tender and affectionate words are kept in reserve.
For you
Reserved for you.
And all my gentlest thoughts
All my gentlest thoughts.
A hand reaches to me
A hand extends towards me.
Across the banished sea
Across the exiled sea.
And holds me
And embraces me.
Holds me holding you
Embraces me while I hold you.
It holds me
It embraces me.
Holding you
While I hold you.
There is that I can only hear by the moon
There is a sound that I can only hear when illuminated by the moon.
I lay still enough to hear the trees grow
I remain motionless enough to perceive the gradual growth of trees.
I listen for the creak of their thoughts
I pay attention to the subtle noises produced by the thoughts of the trees.
And all the wisdom their age bestows
And all the wisdom acquired through their age.
I hear your corduroy legs running up the stairs
I hear the distinct sound of your legs, clad in corduroy, ascending the stairs.
All the kindest words reserved
All the kindest words are reserved.
For you
Reserved for you.
All my gentlest thoughts
All my gentlest thoughts.
Are yours
Belong to you.
A hand reaches out to me
A hand reaches out to me.
Across the vanished sea
Across the vanished sea.
And holds me
And embraces me.
Holding you
While I hold you.
Holding me
While you hold me.
Holds me
It embraces me.
Holding you
While I hold you.
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