hush

The bed is alright, small but enough
To hold our weight.
Remove the phone from the hook –
The world suspended.
I move your hands
To the small of my back.

Without the star’s help, I’d have no way.
Without the magic, I’d fall into the sea.

So I will hold your secrets safe –
You are my kind of prayer.

The cigarette glow, the littlest star
To call our own.
Two pairs of shoes by the door
In the city of gold.
Birthday song –
Something borrowed,
Something new.

With your morning light, I can see clear.
With your shepherding, I can run free.

And I will keep the villains out –
You are my kind of crime.

Don’t say the words I want to hear –
You are my kind of hush,
My kind of hush.