Two Stones

My moods are the movement of the moon through 28 days
Two stones sit
We need at least 5 stars between us to make out a shape
And on a fine morning I feel like I've finally got one
In my hands
But when I look closer I see that it's no longer there

The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep grows seeds
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep, here come the trees

Grandfather clock skywards
Eventually we turn into birds

Possessions become too heavy to carry and keep
Two stones sit
Cities of people wander their way through my mind

The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep grows seeds
The magic of sleep
The magic of sleep, here come the trees

Grandfather clock skywards
Eventually we turn into birds



Credits
Writer(s): Kathryn Williams, Simon Rafael Eugene
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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