I Still Want You Richard Hawley

Sorry I've been away so long,
I needed just a little more time.
If you stare through the glass from moment to moment,
It's funny what you find.

Now I think I'm almost ready to step back into your frame,
We can move our bodies like a twist of smoke,
Come let us shake like the flames.
Now I don't want to lower the tone,
But you know there's still a little spare meat on the bone.

Oh, I still want you.
Oh, I still want you.
Oh, I still want you.
Until the sun grows cold,
No need to breathe all alone.

Under the stars is a sweet Hollow Meadow,
Where the lost things are found.
Under the stars is a sweet Hollow Meadow,
Where all of us are bound.

Now I don't want to lower tone,
But you know there's still a little spare meat on the bone.

Oh, I still want you.
Oh, I still want you.
Oh, I still want you.
Until the sun grows cold,
No need to breathe all alone.