Can I say something I'm naked as a jaybird babe And I know that, but this won't wait I like you're really tight French braid Duly noted now do you mind I been tryna tell you a secret We can let the great world roll on Maybe we can roll on with it Polaroids, Del Maguey, so much noise, so much play What I want are the frozen nights We can hide, and Later find, then Live again, oh So I wouldn't change a goddamn thing And I'm counting all the years in transit When the fruit got strange And we knew each other, we replanted Your sturdy bones Pretty and gold inlaid I grip and hold Just like yer tight French braid My mother tongue Though I've forgotten some Is still intact I speak it now for fun Flesh of my flesh Some don't have the range To move their beds When fruit gets strange