Smoke Song

(álbum: Phone Orphans - 2023)

Ancient sky writer I watch you now
Curling from the neighbor's roof
Up above your mother the orange flame
Who makes comfortable the winter room

I want to ride your way
In my mind
I want to ride your way

Pale ghost of the sun set free by flint
Rising from the cigarette
Of the writer in the eves you sup the light
Blue snake turning pirouettes

I want to ride your way
In my mind
I want to ride your way

Used to signal danger, a whale drifted ashore
Messages upward streaming
Black, white and green, dry grasses and leaves
The names in your rings are singing

I want to ride your way
In my mind
I want to ride your way