Your Cup

I've been spending all my money 'cause I bought into the game
My book has dog-eared pages, but I won't read them again

All the trees have turned to paper, and I wait to press my pen
For if I pencil poorly, how could I make it up to them?

Well, as often as I drink from your cup
Is it never enough, it is never enough
And as often as I bring you to my skin
I wonder where I start and where you end
Yeah, I wonder where you stop and where I begin
Wеll, I'll tell you that I love you with my lips pressеd to your leg
I don't got a lot to say, but I've got a lot to sing
And there's a silliness in your water and as I disrobe your lake
I find honey in your comb and all the nameless named

The cedar's in the floorboards, and the grape is in the wine
The clock is on the counter, and it tells me that it's time

And so I'm here to show you that the heart within my chest
Is where I go to find you, where we both begin and end