Track Insight / Lyrics
The Malus sylvestris sleep,
Under blankets white and deep.
Iron handle, orange stain,
Waiting for the April rain.
Tracing lines in the frozen white,
Walking slow in the purple light.
Sip the winter, taste the rust,
In the dormant soil we trust.
Pyrus communis stand tall,
Watching every snowflake fall.
Steel is cold against my palm,
In the winter's heavy calm.
Tracing lines in the frozen white,
Walking slow in the purple light.
Sip the winter, taste the rust,
In the dormant soil we trust.
Prunus avium in line, Ancient branches intertwine.
I can hear the xylem beat,
Underneath my heavy feet.
The p
H balance shifts the hue,
From a gray to sudden blue.
Patiently we watch the clock,
Rooted firm inside the rock.
Copper edges, flaking skin,
Where the dormant hopes begin.
Pour the water, thin and clear,
Winter is the only fear.
Tracing lines in the frozen white,
Walking slow in the purple light.
Sip the winter, taste the rust,
In the dormant soil we trust.
Sassafras and cedar wood,
Standing where the garden stood.
Tidy rows and heavy loam,
This is where the seeds call home.
Tracing lines in the frozen white,
Walking slow in the purple light.
Sip the winter, taste the rust,
In the dormant soil we trust.
Rust and root, rust and root.
Wait for the bloom.
Wait for the bloom.
