Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold metal clicks, the evening starts
Dust on the thread, soil in the seams
Someone left you with an old heart
I hold their words inside my dreams
A note in your pocket, folded and small
Latin roots growing through the wall
Tuesday wore a copper stain
Petrichor clung around the fold
Camphor kept beside the grain
Maple seeds beneath the cold
I was hanging by a nail
Still I kept your name, your trail
Someone cut my lining blue
Pressed a railway ticket to the seam
A child traced through a fern
Wedged a daisy by the screen
I remember every thread
Porcelain bells the gardener fed
Salt made constellations on my cuff
Asphalt hardened underneath
October left a fleeting puff Acedonia lodged between
Cedar bark along the seam
Waiting where your pulse had been
Ash and lavender replaced the smoke
An unfamiliar perfume stayed
Somewhere down a station road
Iris bloomed beside the shade
I preserved the mildew's sign
Kept your roots alive, line by line
Perennial, dormant, nearly through
Every scar has seasonal rings
If you pull the fastenings loose
I can hear the quietest things
One small page pressed to my chest
Tell me where your journey rests
I found a note inside you
Folded up like a sleeping seed
Tell me who you meant me to be
Beneath the low cedar, guide me
Your old pocket still smells like rain
On some distant windowpane
Oh, echo, echo, speak the name
Your name in a pale electric flame
Winter softened all the thread
June had enter through the seam
Sorrel filled my shoulders red
Feverflower bloomed in every dream
I have waited years to turn
Read the page where lost words burn
I found a note inside you
Folded up like a sleeping seed
Tell me who you meant me to be
Beneath the low cedar, guide me
Your old pocket still smells like rain
On some distant windowpane
Oh, echo, echo, speak the name
Your name in a pale electric flame
I found a note inside you
Folded up like a sleeping seed
Tell me who you meant me to be
Beneath the low cedar, guide me
Your old pocket still smells like rain
On some distant windowpane
Oh, echo, echo, speak the name
Your name in a pale electric flame
Hold me closer, plant me deep
Let the lost words find their sleep
