I'm looking for the pool
Of I forgive you
It's the color of your eyes
The color of your eyes
The green of your eyes
When I brought my mouth to you
I'm hoping that the springtime
Blooms I forgive you
In the bed of narcissus
Where we planted narcissus
The cold killed narcissus
A forget-me-not, sky blue
There are odds I can't make even
Even if I could forgive
It's times like this I wish I had a god
High above the fallen
I'm dreaming of the morning
When I forgive me
It's the taste of honey
The taste of honey
It's the taste of your brown skin
Sweetly given up bittersweetly
I'm waiting for the windfall
Of time's forgiveness
It's the fruit of a child's tree
It's the root of a child's tree
It's the view from a child's tree
And the valor in scraped knees
And dry eyes with no one to see
There are odds I can't make even
Even if I could forgive
It's times like this I wish I had a god
High above the fallen angels of memory
