Voyager
Voyager
On the mornings I wake
Call your name
Forget I am alone
First there is the hidden face
Next, heave
I want to kiss you in a place where we don't sleep
Find the warmth of your lips in the fading room
The miles, our love language
Distant and humming
A burnished gold kind of sweet
In the hours we need to get anywhere
Our bodies split the air
Our bodies aloft spinning white walls and chrome
Our cliffs and rooms love
Our sacred keys
Wheel me away
I'm sure the night is less afraid that I am falling
I am, surely
I didn't even know I was looking for you
Now I've found you and you're gone
To be loved and understood
Could I be hinged to you?
Not like lock and key
Like fingers whisper, make two hands one
The wing of a tryptic
Left or right adorned in oil
The colors sing the panels treasure
The fractions, facets, new math without the other
Three ages of an era passed
A tale that takes both of us
When offered, our voices make more
Another dream in the dance
Our holy tongues spun free in the roots of us
History, finding its hinge
Its hands slipped in ours
Altarpiece of patient hearts
Everything is a love story
Every life, will, and matter
On the mornings I wake
Call your name
Forget I am alone
First there is the hidden face
Next, heave
I want to kiss you in a place where we don't sleep
Find the warmth of your lips in the fading room
The miles, our love language
Distant and humming
A burnished gold kind of sweet
In the hours we need to get anywhere
Our bodies split the air
Our bodies aloft spinning white walls and chrome
Our cliffs and rooms love
Our sacred keys
Wheel me away
I'm sure the night is less afraid that I am falling
I am, surely
I didn't even know I was looking for you
Now I've found you and you're gone
To be loved and understood
Could I be hinged to you?
Not like lock and key
Like fingers whisper, make two hands one
The wing of a tryptic
Left or right adorned in oil
The colors sing the panels treasure
The fractions, facets, new math without the other
Three ages of an era passed
A tale that takes both of us
When offered, our voices make more
Another dream in the dance
Our holy tongues spun free in the roots of us
History, finding its hinge
Its hands slipped in ours
Altarpiece of patient hearts
Everything is a love story
Every life, will, and matter
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan W. Lott, Mitchell L.h. Douglas
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