Charms

The Philosopher Kings

Sleep, my love

Dream on in heart and true

In pieces

In colors

In a cloud of awkward blue

Hold my hand

Feel the things you tell your man

Move through you

So easy

This knife that cuts me through



And you bring me your charms

In the cool of your soft little hands

In the heat of your legs and arms

You bring me your charms



In my eyes

In the circle of my eyes

With my baby

My lover

That is warm and heart and true



When you bring me your charms

In the cover of all evening sheets

In the twist of all things and arms

You bring me your charms



In my eyes

In the circle of my eyes

With my baby

My lover

That is warm and heart and true



When you bring me your charms

In the cover of all evening sheets

In the twist of all things and arms

You bring me your charms



Oh, you bring me your charms

You bring me your charms

Oh, you bring me your charms

Oh, you bring me your charms

You bring me your charms

You bring me your charms

Bring me your charms

Bring me your charms

Bring me your charms

Bring me your charms