Track Insight / Lyrics
One small goldfish in the glow
Watching dust come, watching go
Ferns lean close beside the glass
As evening shadows cross and pass
I know the roots beneath the sway
I know the light that makes me stay
I drift beneath the lamp's low glow
Where dust hangs gently, soft and slow
The chairs are moved, the tables too
The room takes on a different hue
I trace the squares on windowpanes
As shifting light arranges chains
I watch the whole room change
I count the light rearrange
Through foxglove shades and Iris blooms
I keep the small room safe
I watch the whole room change
And all the colors rearrange
They bring a fern, its soil still dark
Across my water, soft and stark
The roots descend like secret lines
Through loam where quiet sunlight shines
I greet the mint and rue with care
And breathe the rain-drenched autumn air
I watch the whole room change
I count the light rearrange
Through foxglove shades and Iris blooms
I keep the small room safe
I watch the whole room change
And all the colors rearrange
A fiddle swells beyond the door
The bass runs deep beneath the floor
My bowl reflects the band begin
As evening settles thin and thin
They shout the chorus, raise their hands
While silver circles mark the sands
I watch the whole room change
I count the light rearrange
Through foxglove shades and Iris blooms
I keep the small room safe
I watch the whole room change
And all the colors rearrange
The final chord begins to fade
The muddy floor is gently made
I wait beneath the settled calm
With Daphne leaves beside my palm
No one must move the soil tonight
The roots can find the morning light
The glasses clear, the chairs return
The drummer smiles beside the urn
I watch the sinews of the wall
As moonbeams silver one and all
The room will turn to morning soon
I keep my small gold lantern moon
I watch the whole room change
I count the light rearrange
Through foxglove shades and Iris blooms
I keep the small room safe
I watch the whole room change
And all the colors rearrange
I watch the whole room change
Then witness morning in my glass
I watch the whole room change
And all the colors rearrange
The room grows still, the soil lies deep
The roots have work while plants now sleep
I turn beneath the fading blue
And guard the morning coming through
The room will change, the seasons too
Small velvet circles, coming into view
