held

Spoon

For the first time in my life
I let myself be held, yeah, like a big old baby
And I surrender, mm, to your charity

I let the jets fly
Not wishing for their destruction
Orange and black
In a perfect blue sky

I lay back in the tall grass
I let the ants cover me

For the first time in my life
I am moving away
Moving away
Moving away
From within the reach of me
All the while being held like a, like a, like a big old