Peanut Butter and Hozier

Sometimes I think of you in the pouring rain 
Sometimes I think of you all the same 
Sometimes the sun shines too bright 
Sometimes I stay through the night
Hand over hand 
And mind over mind 
Drowning in secrets 
And living in lies 
Sometimes I find your soul falling from skies 
Sometimes I find you all the same 
Sometimes I think of a bruise on your arm 
And these hands that push purple and blue
Lust over love 
Darling you blush 
Hand over heart 
Legs over mine 
Don't try the gates of time 

Molded wood and green grass 
Buzzing in my ears like past preachers 
Trying to get through 
Sweeter than honey and stupid and true 
Darling I'm never there for you 

These trees will be the death of me 
My voice will be your vice 
These interwoven hands of mine 
Will hold you through the noise 
Your touch will be too bittersweet 
Your voice will be too hard 
My hands will trace your shiny scars 
And kiss them in the dark 

Sometimes you think of me on a summer day 
Sometimes you think of me all the same 
Sometimes the moon isn't white 
Sometimes you wake in the night 
Palm pressed to palm 
Mouth pressed to mouth 
Tasting the daydreams 
And thinking too loud 
Sometimes you find my heart clutched in your hands 
Sometimes you find it all the same 
Sometimes you think of the poems you've read 
And how none of them rhymed the right way 
Time over trust 
Darling I blush 
Arm over shoulders 
And fingertips trace 
Don't make this journey a race 

Molded wood and green grass 
Buzzing in my ears like past preachers 
Trying to get through 
Sweeter than honey and stupid and true 
Darling I'm never there for you 

These trees will be the death of me 
My voice will be your vice 
These interwoven hands of mine 
Will hold you through the noise 
Your touch will be too bittersweet 
Your voice will be too hard 
My hands will trace your shiny scars 
And kiss them in the dark