Come to me in small doses,
opened up to what I've already been open to about you.
But I don't know this from a hole in the wall, though I'd like to.
And no strings are attached, but I will find my way back, like a moth goes to light.
We talk all night in small increments, long enough to burn out, an incense.
And in an instant we are gone for much too long.
But I don't know this neighborhood at all, I feel like I could learn.
And no strings are attached, but now you've got me thinking about my life right now, and what it means to stick around in our strings, wavering.
And back up to heaven now. Will they keep us connected now?
We lay in the dust now. It's all I can trust now, from these strings.
What's the mood ring showing? On the moon winds are blowing. They bubble down and into town. And I want to let you know, that I want to let it go.