To Hold and Be Held Lyrics

God at least let me steady my breath before I go

Each pleasure was immense

But the grip of the vine the grip of the vine

Her cigarette wedged aside her wrinkled ring finger

The tan line from her bra strap

Reminded me of you Margaret and something you had said

To hold and be held

I wanted you inside of me and you toasted the town

Tasted your tongue

Clasping my gown

Was it only enough to make you laugh?

In gaze or grasp

completely utterly helplessly broken

The jeopardy soft dared not be spoken of

If the obituaries and plans

Were all so circumstantial to demand of and declare:

"We don't need poets we need pistols

To frolic on the bandstands and shoot through your windows"

A teller of stories a teller of lies

Eerie coming home to steal the prize

I saw the mountain lion again

It was me who almost killed him

At the drive-in movie Margaret

I thought I saw you sobbing

Only at summer's end is it me you would be admiring

Arguing between the pawn shop and the quick loans' exposed wiring

My expression in your glasses I almost saw you smiling