Through With You - Justin Rutledge

I've got a plan

To sing you back home

To strike up the band

And love you alone

I've got a plan

Silver the stars

Golden the net

Hey

Hold on

I'm not through with you yet

Your mind is a book

Your body a page

Your fingers are pools

Your beauty a cage

I carry you home

When after the rains

The hemlocks are wet

Hey

Hold on

I'm not through with you yet

Heavy you weight on my mind

Heavy you weight

Like a prose that is frozen with rhyme

Heavy you weight

But I've got a plan

Whatever it takes

I'll put on the moves

I'll put on the brakes

Yeah I've got a plan

The curtains are drawn

The table is set

Hey

Hold on

I'm not through with you

Hey

Hold on

I'm not through with you

Hey

Hold on

I'm not through with you yet

I'm not through with you yet