I will hang on the hook of your splendor   As the night rolls us up in its arms   And the square of your thumbs and your fingers   Is the blanket of the sky that's so warm      I know it's late but I can't help but think here   That the day hasn't shown all its cards   Now it's out to the stars of the ocean   Let's not retrace our steps to the car      Picking out all the stars that we like   Between finger and thumb   You laugh as you pass me the night   As if it's too fragile to hold   And I fold it so close to my chest   With your hands in my hands   You say this is just how we'll rest until land turns to sand      Now your eyelids they faint and they shiver   Like the wings of the last bird to leave   For the south for the heat for no reason   I watch as they fly for sheer joy      The wind shakes the branches above us   And the cars shake the ground at our backs   But the dark roman wine in our bloodstreams   Makes the cold just a word, just a sound      Picking out all the stars that we like   Between finger and thumb   You laugh as you pass me the night   As if it's too fragile to hold   And I fold it so close to my chest   With your hands in my hands   You say this is just how we'll rest until landturns to sand