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Thrive

 

Thrive

(альбом: Wanderlust - 2018)


On beds of roses lies the scent of oblivion
Yet its thorns prick everyone

Oh, little seed what soil did you plant yourself in?
As the rain pitter-patters, it pools and gathers
To your roots and to your limbs
We wanted to thrive but now we're overgrown
Swallowing all our old hopes
Cut us down, we'll rise again slow

Wilt for me flower, I'll replant you too
From the soil to the seed, you'll be nourished endlessly
When the planets all align and the sun is high
You'll bloom and come into your own
To plant your feet, become unsown

So little sprout don't go and spread yourself thin
Think of every dirt patch as a new beginning
And every seed as our kin
All brothers and sisters from a life below
Where the grass cuts like razors
So our spirits must learn to regrow

Wilt for me flower, I'll replant you too
From the soil to the seed, you'll be nourished endlessly
When the planets all align and the sun is high
You'll bloom and come into your own
To plant your feet, become unsown

So you have found a place to bloom
Yet wisteria has taken you
It en-wreaths you in its clasp even though so much nature
Has passed between its arms
I couldn't help but stay

I'll stay and...

I'll tend the garden for her
I'll become the sower

Wilt for me flower, I'll replant you too
From the soil to the seed, you'll be nourished endlessly
When the planets all align and the sun is high
You'll bloom and come into your own
To plant your feet, become unsown
(Oh, the weeds how they grow / in a garden begotten by woe / oh Mary, we've come unsown)

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