Lyrics Almanac - The Acorn

Almanac

There’s a season in your eyes
And a fever on your breath
You’re anchored to the tide
And the rhythm in your chest
I read the rings and count the city lights
You sing a static sonnet on the dial
You could talk a walk, through the mines
Or you could spend all your days
Just waiting for the night
The stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire
I see it all reflected in your eyes