What’s

right

and

what’s

wrong?

Don’t

you

hold

me

too

light-

ly

to

words,

As

I’ve

roun-

ded

them

off

to

the

near-

est

of

ten.

For

I

ga-

thered

your

bo-

dy

in

en-

vi-

ous

cap-

ture

in

en-

vi-

ous

thought.

Oh

for-

give

me,

oh

gods

or

for-

give

me

in

for-

tune.

For-

give

me

in

feel-

ing

it

out

for

my-

self,

As

I

ought

to

have

feel-

ings

for

some-

thing

as

great

as

thou

art.

Some

great

white

rose

of

youth.

Your

plea-

sure

gives

of

my

own

heart.

Ge-

ne-

rous

por-

tions

wise-

ly

Breaks

of

my

own

heart.

I

felt

the

arm’s

length

while

I’ve

gone

on

my

own

way.

Con-

serve

me,

strange

wa-

ters.

Come

and

o-

bey

me,

strange

wa-

ters,

Have

it

your

own

way.

So

if

you

won’t

hold

me,

I

have

no

ob-

jec-

tions.

So

if

you

won’t

please

me

I

make

no

com-

mands.

So

if

you

don’t

trust

me,

it’s

best

if

I

drown.