I’d unfold you if you were a blanket
And huddle you round my neck
Is it time we have
Or time we lose
Fading like a worried man’s muse.
I would hide you, if you were a paycheck
Wouldn’t spend you at all
It’s enough we have
Or enough to lose
All the pretty things for this.
I would hold you, in your health or sickness
Never let go of you
And the edge of me
Or the edge of you
Blurs beneath the weight of this