The Fountain Lyrics - Future Islands

He sits low, in a shady grove 

Where the trees arc slow, in the shape of 'you know' 

Marble stairwells, waterfalls, egrets' heads and open arms 

Whistling through his pensive teeth, the scene is set to peak 

Like how the desert meets the reef 

And steals the heart, of the thief 

She walks slow, past the reach of home 

In a Western World, far from the things she knows 

Hanging gardens, patterned walls, the books of Rilke, orchestras 

Motioning to the slow refrain, the soul is set to gain 

Or swallow it whole 

The causal chain, of human loam 

And as seasons go, it's a lot like this 

He reasons for a look, then a glance 

To the path, where she passed 

From the page of a book, to a perch in the grass 

And as meetings go, it's a lot like this 

She tiptoes from the path, to the edge of the page 

Where she dared, to be asked 

What's in a name? 

What is your name? 

And if you let me know 

I won't be alone, I won't be alone 

And if you have the time to talk to 

I won't doubt you 

And if I let you know 

I won't be alone, I won't be alone 

And if you, as if you start to fall 

I'll be here to catch you 

Turning around, he sighs, "will you sit next to me?" 

Motioning forward, she replies, "will you walk next to me?" 

"I know my lines, and there's a lot less space and a little bit of time" 

"I know the play, it's fine" 

Echoing herself, she says, "will you walk close to me?" 

Holding his smile, he replies, "what more would you ask of me?" 

"I know my mind, and there's a lot less space and a little bit of time" 

"I know the way, it's fine" 

And if you let me know 

I won't be alone, I won't be alone 

And if you have the time to talk to 

I won't doubt you 

And if I let you know 

I won't be alone, I won't be alone 

And if you, as if you start to fall 

I'll be here to catch you 

He's wasting time, you gotta take it slowly 

May never get a chance like this 

And she knows he's wasting time 

And she loves the way he tries 

Even though she knows the lines 

She's taking time, you gotta let things grow 

May never have a chance like this 

And he knows she takes her time 

And he keeps along her side 

All hopes to keep along her side 

As seasons go, it's a lot like this 

He reasons for a look, then a glance 

To the path, where she passed 

From the page of a book, to a perch in the grass 

And as meetings go, it's a lot like this 

She tiptoes from the path, to the edge of the page 

Where she dared, to be asked 

What's in a name? 

What is your name?