Track Insight / Lyrics
You stand by the Monstery leaf,
The night is a heavy gold sheaf.
The kettle begins its low hum,
Until the first morning bells come.
Wait for the steam to rise slow,
Watch how the white feathers glow.
You are the ghost in the hall,
Watching the velvet night fall.
Your roots drink the peat and the clay,
While the owl keeps the darkness at bay.
He perches on the mahogany beam,
Lost in a midnight slow stream.
Wait for the steam to rise slow,
Watch how the white feathers glow.
You are the ghost in the hall,
Watching the velvet night fall.
The Calathea folds up its hand,
A quiet and dormant green land.
The tea drips in porcelain white,
Under the owl's steady sight.
Wait for the steam to rise slow,
Watch how the white feathers glow.
You are the ghost in the hall,
Watching the velvet night fall.
The clock ticks a frantic fast beat,
The dew makes the garden grass sweet.
The moon is a thin silver blade,
Before the deep indigo fade.
The soil smells of rain and of loam,
The barn owl has found a new home.
He blinks as the kitchen turns blue,
Waiting for the day to break through.
Wait for the steam to rise slow,
Watch how the white feathers glow.
You are the ghost in the hall,
Watching the velvet night fall.
Silver wing, silver light.
Just before the morning light.
