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 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 or 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 pa** me the night As if it's too fragile to hold And I hold it so close to my chest With your hands in my hands You say this is just how we'll rest Until blood 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 At all just to 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 pa** me the night As if it's too fragile to hold And I hold it so close to my chest With your hands in my hands You say this is just how we'll rest Until the blood turns to sand