There is so little left

From the warmth of the sun

There is so little left

From the warmth of the sun

There is so little left

From the warmth of the sun

Tell me this is it

Where nothing starts

Been in where we almost missed

Staggered that it did not flood

And I look back

And see from under look

Pardon it for different reasons

Pardoned with the last self foot

And soft and soft and sure leaves

Steady as the sea

There is so little left

From the warmth of the sun

There is so little left

From the warmth of the sun

There is so little left

From the warmth of the sun

I wish I had understand my

Was never either bouncing call

Til I caught like a fragment

Of my single heart

And I caught like a fragment

Of our single love

There is so little left

From the warmth of the sun

There is so little left

From the warmth of the sun

There is so little left

From the warmth of the sun

There is so little left

There is so oh oh oh

Outside Digging - James Vincent McMorrow