French Braid

Can I say something? I'm naked as a Jaybird, babe And I know that, but this won't wait I like your really tight French braid Duly noted, now, do you mind? I been tryna tell you a secret We can let the great world roll on Maybe we can roll on with it Polaroids, Del Maguey So much noise, so much play What I want are the frozen nights We can hide and Later find, then Live again, oh So I wouldn't change a goddamn thing And I'm counting all the years in transit When the fruit got strange And we knew each other, we replanted Your sturdy bones Pretty and golden laid I grip and hold Just like your tight French braid My mother tongue Though l've forgotten some Is still intact I speak it now for fun Flesh of my flesh Some don't have the range To move their beds When fruit gets strange