Our screen printed Honeycomb T-shirt comes in unisex size: S. (We're sold out of M & L!)
ships out within 2 days
5 remaining
$10USDor more
You own this
lyrics
You shuffle across the floor—a word, at last. Lightening flashed! A face from my past. The familiar cadences, a love for sixteenth-century theology—who else? My baby finds me restless at night and brings me back to bed. She speaks in quiet tones and smiles, but I hear her crying herself to sleep. You broke an alabaster jar for me, and I a sinner. Did you ever think I wasn’t worth it? My baby finds me restless at night and brings me back to bed. She speaks in quiet tones and smiles, but I see her drawing up her retreat. We shuffle around the news. We both ask, how long will I put you through this? Those absent hours, your job on hold, the all day vigils to aid a wretched soul. My baby finds me restless at night and brings me back to bed. She speaks in quiet tones and smiles, but I feel her drifting away. I know the effort it takes. I see the signs in her face and I know I’m far too late.