
Date of issue: 22.05.2013
Song language: English
Crystalline |
I don’t have a crystal ball but if I did it wouldn’t tell the future. |
But I’d have a fistful of sloppy notes |
from studying the past in the crystal. |
I’d see us in there trying not to break because we believed the lore |
That taught us we were fragile things, as if we didn’t have a core. |
I’d see us in there shattering, glass bark ground to powder, |
Cold air hits the heartwood and the sap flows, |
Wants to stick it back together. |
Crystalline trees, songs fall like leaves, |
And I never knew you until your roots were under my boots. |
That bumpy bark reflecting my thousand eyes reflecting |
That I never knew you until the heartwood and sap shown through. |
But that took a break in that cloudy crystal skin, |
And it takes us breaking until we see we do grow again. |
And this grove is quaking aspen shimmering and shaking |
With the music we’re making, hearts fluttering and breaking. |
Faking a million smiles I tried shaking you awake. |
Flaking a million times and making sad mistakes. |
Hurting so casually you were flirting with the pain. |
Learning nothing from it and so it was all in vain. |