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a pounding of thunderous hearts
to remind you there's life in the dark
though she can't be seen,
with you she will be
until the dawn brings forth a new start
the composer dreams precariously
and still will find reasons to sing
though she can't be heard,
you know every word,
pulsing within like waves of the sea
all faults will fall through cracks in time
as the slanted stars above align
though we live with regret,
there is thunder in our chests
and a raging storm is composed of mine
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we collect pretty things
like the sea collects catastrophes
pearls and diamonds suffocate our hearts
until we forget that we've ever been scarred
glass and silver embellish these halls
to cover up the writing on the walls
we collect tall trophies
like the earth collects old memories
chandeliers that hang above our heads
are shadowing the ghosts under our beds
silk and lace behind the closet door
will distract from the skeletons we've stored
we collect pretty things
and like the sea, we collect catastrophes
yes we've all made our homes
amongst such delicacies,
but in the end we will all die alone
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so you've found me in this dark
with my lack of valor and grace
you mustn't be alarmed,
but don't you hold my heart with disdain
you've found me here below
all the morals I have grown to,
but you have always known
I was meant for none other than doom
and my moment is coming soon
you must love me while you can
because soon will come my end
I, oh I need to hold your hand
in mine when the light
has gone from the sky
mocking are the shadows
still, that means there is light yet
really I can't be thrown
we each ready our own deaths
please dance with me while you can
because soon we'll reach the end
I, oh I need to hold your hand
in mine when the light
has gone from the sky
your breath on my chest
when the black is all that's left
I'll dream of always love while I sleep on without hope
my heart is an empty city
like yours, so full of smoke
leftover from tranquility
and dreams from which I never woke
I'll dream of always love while I sleep on without hope
I'll dream of always love
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lavender wine
the sun is up,
but things are not all right
wildflowers at my bedside
seen my colors run
until half-past midnight
with the curtains drawn
I'll hide away,
be momentarily gone
will you search for me?
will you shelter me?
will you, will you?
chicory eyes
the sun is down,
but in my dreams you're alive
the bitterness within my mind
had never seen real love, until you
on whom I relied
but now the curtains are drawn
I can't find my way,
but I know you're around
so will you search for me?
will you shelter me?
will you, will you?
falling now, will I be caught by you?
'cause fast asleep there is only you
and in my dreams you've found me, too
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maybe these hills could never set you right
or these evergreens grew too high
a life spent hidden in the shadows
is hardly a life at all, I know
but wasn't I more than just a mirage
in the desert of your love?
on that friday, you crossed the mississippi
said goodbye
a bird in the sky
here I will stay along the mississippi,
until you come home to me
maybe it's true, I never came to mind
when you chose to leave this all behind
but of your life, sister, I wonder
were you ever struck with such sonder?
and wasn't this riverbank more than enough
for the pasture of your love?
on that friday, you crossed the mississippi
said goodbye
a bird in the sky
here I will stay along the mississippi,
until you come home to me
maybe one day the torrents will bring you back,
noting how the time moves too fast
and every winter will come too soon
this time, I pray your flowers will have bloomed
here I will stay along the mississippi,
until you come home to me
here I stay, along the mississippi,
until you come home to me
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you said I could be greater,
just brush off the dust
but my love, I am a sinner
I am stiff with rust
floods wash everything away
but in the rain, we learn to find home
because only sturdy stones remain
am I made of sturdy bones?
oh, can we mend the things
I've spent so long disassembling?
oh, will you always believe in me?
can you see the day that I'll be clean?
I suppose I could be stronger,
but tidal waves pull me down
and I never realize until it's over
that because of me you've been tossed around
oh, can we mend the things
I've spent so long disassembling?
oh, will you always believe in me?
can you see the day that I'll be clean?
can we mend these things?
I'm just a broken thing
can we mend these things?
we're just a broken thing
oh, can we mend the things
I've spent so long disassembling?
oh, will you always believe in me?
can't you see the day that I'll be clean?
oh, we can mend the things
I've spent so long rearranging
oh, you will always believe in me
and I know one day that we'll be clean
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in peak season,
the sorrowers are sowing
the greens are endless growing
though night will come,
just so will come the morning
all will sing those sanguine stories
of how the dark won't last too long
no, the dark won't last too long
but in those cold, gray months,
the worriers are weeping,
the wounded, worn and weary
and though the sun comes up,
nothing clears away the sorrow
nothing melts away the snow
how the nights go on and on
still, the dark never lasts too long
spring will come soon
and deliver you from heartache
and prepare you for the harvest
yes, your buds will bloom
so sorrower, keep sowing
your greens are endless growing
though night will come,
so then will come the morning
all will sing those sanguine stories
of how the dark won't last too long
no, the dark won't last
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an acre in the city
the park where we met
under the big oak tree,
you took my hand
pennies in the fountain
you longed for me,
but the road of wanting
is crowded concrete
you said wandering these streets never felt more like home
wandering these streets never felt more like home
flowers in the garden
you picked me
without ever knowing
what it is you'd need
you said wandering these streets never felt more like home,
but these crowded streets are all you had ever called home
penniless and hungry
I found you,
but there wasn't really
too much I could do
you see, only you can give the validation you seek
only you can give the validation you seek
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released October 21, 2020
written and produced by brenna slate