We're adrift on a sailboat My love is the sea Yours is the horizon Constant and steady You set my limbs locked hard afloat Lifted my lonesome sails The
In me, in you Orphans, kingdoms Wide eyes and paper crowns Time will hold us Time eroders We're wrinkling chilling out We are wondering Where the wild
Love, where is your fire? I?ve been sittin? here smokin? away Makin? signals with sticks and odd ends and bits But still there?s no sign of a flame Imposters
Walking, stumbling on these shadow feet Toward home, a land that I?ve never seen I am changing, less and less asleep Made of different stuff than when
It was the year The crows and the locusts came The fields drained dry the rain The fields are bleeding "Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright" She puts some
Friend, it?s getting late We should be going We?ve been sat here beneath These flickering neons for hours While I am cracking their code You are deciphering
If I find in myself desires Nothing in this world can satisfy I can only conclude that I I was not made for here If the flesh that I fight is at best
There?s distance in the air And I cannot make it leave I wave my arms ?round about me And blow with all my might I cannot sense You close Though I know
[instrumental] There are no lyrics to this song, as it is an add on, or 'epilogue' to the C.S. Lewis song. This song is an instrumental piece.
In the autumn on the ground Between the traffic and the ordinary sounds I am thinking signs and seasons While a north wind blows through I watch as lovers
If to distant lands I scatter If I sail to farthest seas Would You find and firm and gather ?Til I only dwell in Thee? If I flee from greenest pastures
I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech That turned to mine and asked belligerently What do I live
I am sitting still, I think of Angelique Her mothers voice over me And the bullets in the wall where it fell silent And on a thousandth hill, I think
Your eyes are full, full of the future of us The air changes as you look across At me in that wondering way It is as if I knew you before we spoke Do
Do do do do do do do do do do I wear a demeanor made of bright pretty things What she wears, what she wears, what she wears Birds singing on my shoulder
The lone woman stands in the turning December She's got ice on her lashes, white at her winter coat The trees stand like soldiers around her Dutiful wooden
Night, field of stars above us You pick one, we frame it with Our fingers intertwined Seeds of every generation Between our hands And the promise to
You got a quick snap lock on your cold, cold heart You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark In the shape of Canada that you try to keep a secret You
