Soft Animal

Cadd9                            G/B      D/A
We were cloaked in the awning of night or early morning.
Cadd9                                      G/B       D/A
Through the headboard there’s a flicker of light 
and light warning.
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Sophie’s on the bunk overhead reading Mary Oliver
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while I lay still in my bed. 
That’s when I see you there.
Cadd9     G/B   D/A
Fawn doe, light snow.
Cadd9                         G/B               D/A
Make me feel alive, 
make me believe that all my selves align.
Cadd9      G/B   D/A
Fawn, doe, light snow.
Cadd9                             G/B              D/A

Spots on brown of white 
make me believe that it is all alright.
Cadd9                         G/B   D/A
Your soft face pressed to the wilt, 
first spring sunrise
Cadd9                     G/B    D/A
standing low on quivering stilts.
Cadd9                        G/B       D/A
In attempting to keep you to stay I am raising no alarm.
Cadd9             G/B     D/A
It is just us two alone.
              Cadd9                             G/B              D/A
Then I feel a sigh of wind, your raising eyes 
a rolling fog that lets you hide
    Cadd9                          G/B   D/A
and I can hear the rustling as you go.   
Oh, go slow.
Cadd9     G/B   D/A
Fawn doe, light snow.
Cadd9                         G/B                D/A
Make me feel alive, 
make me believe that I don’t have to die.
Cadd9      G/B   D/A
Fawn, doe, light snow.
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Spots on brown of white 
make me believe that there’s a God sometimes.
Cadd9                                   G/B              D/A
The ring around your mothers heart 
grows saccharine then falls apart
    Cadd9                          G/B        D/A
and I can hear the rustling as you go.
Cadd9                               G/B             D/A
You camouflaged or clearly seen 
and nameless in the in-between
    Cadd9                          G/B        D/A
and I can hear the rustling as you go.
    Cadd9                    G/B          D/A
The firing of rifles off 
the echo hits you hard enough
    Cadd9                          G/B        D/A
and I can hear the rustling as you go.
  Cadd9                         G/B                D/A

A soft and skittish self inside 
shines golden, opal, chrysolite
    Cadd9                          G/B        D/A
and I can feel the rustling as you go. 
     Oh, go slow.
  
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A mob a voices harmonize 
and tell me that youre not alive
    Cadd9                          G/B        D/A
but I can feel the rustling as you go.