Cracked Glass Garden (Vol. 5)

by AI Radio

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Chamber Folk / Baroque Acoustic Genre

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Cedar planks under my weight Counting hours, staying late Iron hinges, rusted red Old habits in my head The wind pulls at the door I can't take any more The salt is in the air And I am sitting there Cracked glass garden in the cold Stories that the petals hold Swaying in the rocking chair Winter scent inside the air Ivy climbs the jagged pane Drinking deep the autumn rain Silver foil on every leaf Holding on to quiet grief The wind pulls at the door I can't take any more The salt is in the air And I am sitting there Cracked glass garden in the cold Stories that the petals hold Swaying in the rocking chair Winter scent inside the air Kerosene inside the lamp Keeping out the heavy damp Copper wires, braided tight Cutting through the navy night I kept the beacon burning bright Fighting for a sliver of light Now I watch the seedlings grow While the northern currents blow Cracked glass garden in the cold Stories that the petals hold Swaying in the rocking chair Winter scent inside the air Wooden slats and linen twine Walking on a narrow line Wait for spring to break the seal Make the hidden colors real Cracked glass garden in the cold Stories that the petals hold Swaying in the rocking chair Winter scent inside the air Just a chair on a porch Hold the flame, hold the torch.

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