"Southernly" lyrics

I have an unborn son
I have an unborn son
And he has not begun
To become one with anyone yet

He's a box in the closet
He's but a thought in my head

And I've seen the way you see me
I know the sheets on your bed
So don't pretend you don't see me
Stop playing dumb or dead

I've been reborn southernly
I've been your dearest friend
I've been romanced and captured
Hung by a mustard thread

And yes, I do long to be taken
To the sea of despair
Where I can tread through the water
Deep blue and threadbare

Give me your heart as a home
I'm a nomad and I am so lonesome
Give me your eyes for to roam
And the wave of your hair to be baptized in

Whether your steps are running towards
Or whether they are running away from
You are the apple
You are the warrior
You know I would never put you in danger

Just up on my shoulders
Just up on my shoulders
Just up on my shoulders
Steadfast and skyward