The Movement of a Hand

And it bounces off of the painted porcelain
Grows like ivy across the walls
Pour like water over me
Where our voices used to be
An effect quite undesirable
The world suddenly seems small
So if I just exist for the next ten minutes
An' you lay your head onto my shoulder
A tiny dancing doll
On an off white, subtle morning
'Cause you finally understand the movement

Of this drive, that will be fine
And the bold and yellow daylight
Here the shadows make things ugly

You stretch your legs in the front seat

To a room, there's music playing
Tiny bells with moving parts
Soon all the joy that pours from everything
Would be rejoicing and alive

And all these trees that line this curb
And the road has made a vacuum
Makes fountains of your eyes
Her body spins as she pirouettes again