Tomato Red

Tomato red willow
Shades the head on my pillow
Hallelujah say my name
Waking lips to greet the Sun

Say all the right things
I feel like I need it

Muted tongues of mutual
Self conscious morning ritual
Find my footing in the fog
I want to find your smile in the epilogue

Say all the right things
I feel like I need it

Sing hallelujah, come what it may
And oh, If I feel it, I don't know if I'll believe it