My World Whole

Two walk in a line
I called you up thanking your soul
Falls back in the line
Human as a type of gold

Wraps you in a bind
The one who will take your pen
Go on to the front of the line
To know who you’re thinking of

To align
You’ve got to grow
Into the arch, into the room
And I would sew up the door
So that you would be fine
Enough so that you’d be my world
Whole world, whole world

Proud souls in a queue
We have all day
Go on, we have to have our day

All day