Justin Rutledge - A Letter to Heather Lyrics
My love, you move and the whole garden moveswith the blood and the cross and the lambOh, let boys be boys and girls be girlsBut, honey, let me be your manDo you live in the sand of a snow-colored landwhere the ghosts of your grandparents blow?Where the houses roll like barber polesto the hills where it's always ten-below?When I dream, I'm awake with your kids on the lakeand the leaves that the summer has outgrownThe clotheslines fail like a lost breadcrumb trailThink of me and these letters made of boneAm I cursed? Am I blessed? With my head on your breastand my mind on the slightest thing you doMy highway home ain't made of stone,but of tears, and a second glance from youMy love, you move and the whole garden moveswith the blood and the cross and the lambWith the blood and the cross and the lamb