Blossoms
The weight of my phone like a tablet of stone
Seems to grow with the words I just read
And it silently falls from my hand to the floor
With the wonders I wished I had said
And for a time there is timelessness, endless furore
To the dark, I said pour and forgot to say when
And the words that you wrote Come back blacker than smoke
I'm so sorry, I've done it again
So I gather up the candle, I jangle the chimes
And mop up what is left of my lungs
And I climb up the ladder, had I taken more care
I might have seen all the rot in the rungs
And I pack what is needed for the journey to come
All my books, all my bracken and booze
And the door shuts behind me and I breathe in the air
And say, "Yeah, well I'm sorry too"
And I stare at the soldiers before me
All my blossoms that have waited to fall
And I walk, and I walk
And I walk, and I walk
Knowing every last one of them is painted in light
As I make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right
My dress is on fire and I hurl myself, I heal myself
I drag myself like a rug in the rain
And my saint, she is dancing
And every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame
And the soldiers march behind me
I can hear them beat their spears
And for the first time in all my life
I know I'm more than what I fear
I stare at the soldiers before me
All my blossoms that have waited to rise
And I walk (I will walk), and I walk (I will walk)
And I walk (with you), and I walk
And I walk (I will walk), and I walk (I will walk)
And I walk (with you), and I walk
And I run (love, run), and I run (love, run)
And I scream out to the sky (love run, love run)
"You do not get to hurt me
Just because I asked you once if you were alright"
And I look at the phone on the floor and I drink
That nice wine you were saving, it's saving me now, love
And my soldiers sit by like I'm newly baptized
In the blossoms that fell from above
And I pick up the phone, dial your number and wait
And shine like my petals once shone
And just as it's ringing, I whisper aloud to my saint
"Oh, we, we're gonna get on"
Seems to grow with the words I just read
And it silently falls from my hand to the floor
With the wonders I wished I had said
And for a time there is timelessness, endless furore
To the dark, I said pour and forgot to say when
And the words that you wrote Come back blacker than smoke
I'm so sorry, I've done it again
So I gather up the candle, I jangle the chimes
And mop up what is left of my lungs
And I climb up the ladder, had I taken more care
I might have seen all the rot in the rungs
And I pack what is needed for the journey to come
All my books, all my bracken and booze
And the door shuts behind me and I breathe in the air
And say, "Yeah, well I'm sorry too"
And I stare at the soldiers before me
All my blossoms that have waited to fall
And I walk, and I walk
And I walk, and I walk
Knowing every last one of them is painted in light
As I make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right
My dress is on fire and I hurl myself, I heal myself
I drag myself like a rug in the rain
And my saint, she is dancing
And every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame
And the soldiers march behind me
I can hear them beat their spears
And for the first time in all my life
I know I'm more than what I fear
I stare at the soldiers before me
All my blossoms that have waited to rise
And I walk (I will walk), and I walk (I will walk)
And I walk (with you), and I walk
And I walk (I will walk), and I walk (I will walk)
And I walk (with you), and I walk
And I run (love, run), and I run (love, run)
And I scream out to the sky (love run, love run)
"You do not get to hurt me
Just because I asked you once if you were alright"
And I look at the phone on the floor and I drink
That nice wine you were saving, it's saving me now, love
And my soldiers sit by like I'm newly baptized
In the blossoms that fell from above
And I pick up the phone, dial your number and wait
And shine like my petals once shone
And just as it's ringing, I whisper aloud to my saint
"Oh, we, we're gonna get on"
Credits
Writer(s): Joey Batey
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