Eve of the Eve Lyrics

I've still got gold on my fingers from the last time I touched you

Didn't mean to steal it, it just sort of sticks

Hanging out front on the off chance you pass me

For a passing peck under berries and sticks

Witness the sweet of me, masked in the cheek of me

Speaking so soft only your ear gets pricked

Prick though I may be, I could be your baby

If only we both had the time for the tricks

So gather in close

And hold me for longer than

Taught

I'll be the host

If you bring the songs that you want

Well I hang off of every sentence and sentiment

Gather the scraps up and learn how to stitch

Writing a note that's left lumps in my throat

It's just south of silence and north of an itch

Oh well, scratch me away, wash that kiss with a graze

I'm covered in scars from the bushes before

Catch me in moments of hasty undressing

You take your place, babe, and I'll get the door

Oh, gather in close

And hold me for longer than

Taught

Well, I'll be the host

If you bring the songs that you want

Teach me of men making deals with the deer

And they seemingly alter the fabric of art

Leave word at my perch that I'm not at my worst

Even when late, blooming's only the start

Oh well, watch how it grows, covered in snow

Seasonal greetings and safe travels home

Thanks for the heat that you brought when we'd meet

But I am covered in my twigs now, so bring on the snow

Oh, gather in close

And hold me for longer than

Taught

I'll be the host

If you bring the songs that you want

Gather in, rest your head

Make my shoulder your bed and believe

You best believe

We'll wrap it up to unwrap it

On the Eve of the Eve

On the Eve of the Eve

On the Eve of the Eve

I've still got gold on my fingers from the last time I touched you

Didn't mean to steal it, it just sort of sticks