Talking To Fog

(альбом: Weed Garden - 2018)

This is a surrender to the garden, to the weeds
All our stalls are turning back to stone
This is waking to our morning, falling through our floor
Our broken hearts as hard as broken bones

Sorrow says "believe me, you can walk into my mouth"
But every time we have, it's hard to leave
Let's say it like the sunrise when it's talking to the fog
We're both looking for a light in the window of a house
Beneath our winter branches, underneath our winter clouds
But it's hard to find

Lovers all surrender, like the garden and weeds
It's always say when saying what mean
Our arms are full of water and the water all wants out
Like our meadow birds giving back their wings

Sorrow says "believe me, you can climb into my trees"
We know it's harder to get down each time we do
Let's say it like the sunrise talking to the fog
We're both listening for music by a river after dark
And every space we're making as we pull ourselves apart
But it's hard to find

Sorrow says "believe me, you can beat into my breast"
And all our bandages and bruises know it's true
Let's say it to the sunrise shaking us awake
We're both reaching out for love, outside wanting in
To a room that's made of moonlight and the walls are warm as skin
Where our memories of singing fill the air behind our heads
And our meadow bugs are living for the only flowers left
Where our burns return their fire and the cold can have our clothes
Where our dying deer is folded on the soft side of the road
Where the wind is our direction and the waves say "come along"
Where the faces of our family and friends go on and on
But it's hard to find