I Only Want To Build You White Picket Fences Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'll -salivate in the snow.
And maw on a bone
And die like I'm a crocus.
About to set a saffron fire

And I'll rise from your blood.
But only with your love.
Will I lift -up your gravestone?
And follow you to heaven or Satan,

Holding my breath
I'll come around like a priest.
Who knows, he's done you wrong.
But wants to be by your side and make love.
And possess your heart and soul.

Darling, I've got no more defences.
I only want to build you white picket fences.
And watch your flowers grow.
And possess your soul again.

And let you guide me home.
And make me phosphorus glow.
Like somehow I belonged.
But not quite as ethereal as the snow.

Darling, I haven't got a clue how to be
But it's becoming clear.
Whenever you are near
I believe in dreams and can't ever let you go.

So darling I'll salivate in the snow.
And maw on a bone
And die like I'm a crocus.
About to set a saffron fire

And I'll rise from your blood.
But only with your love.
But only with your love.
Will I lift -up your gravestone?
And follow you to heaven or Satan,
Holding my breath.