She feels she needs to leave. When the fields are all covered in frost. And the dreams begin to breathe. Opening the partly open locks. . While the others start to disagree.
Faded to the grain. Can't hear the mumbling complaints. Where canons rust. Swim against the current with trust. . Running up hill. In the morning when waters are still.
Along the quiet, narrow streets. Canals are still in high tide. Whatever needs to be will be. When there is nothing left to hide. Whatever remains will set you free.
Running up the hill with a new lit love. Pass a silver lining and then a white dove. Caught up in first names, all colors but blue. Mirrors right and left, unambiguous clues.
We've got our rope and summit. Got our rope and summit. But we need to wake up. Baby, wake up. . Unmasking your fears. One by one, see them disappear.
Relieved whenever life is out of red. But old scars force you down in defensive pose. Dark, blue skies always tumbling over you. Connect all disparate dots and label them as true.
Blinking lights are guiding you away. Static voices telling you to stay. Curvy roads will lead you through the night. Cranky figure tells you it's alright.
Still protecting the magic feather. Holding tight to a supporting crutch. Writing scripts on worn out leather. Still waiting on a divine touch. . Try to ride on waves of activity.
If you weren't told about any divinity. If someone showed you our fallibilities. If you weren't told about the trinity. Would you still know what in the world created all this?.
What's in your hand. You're pinned down to routines. Elevate and leave. The flickering screen. . Where nothing is compromised. Nothing is lost. When everything is realized.