From the recording Self-titled EP
Lyrics
behind the rock we used to eat upon in our last days on the mountain
a drop of water waits above her pool of friends
perched on the wing of a glacier lily in the spring
spring water, spring water, water spring
our strides align at a bend in the path near the wetland
one can see city lights from here
Sweet Creek Falls whisper tales from Pacific Ocean shores
elbow deep in the sand, barnacle sand, the tide is out
pomegranate clouds
sleepless lights compete
our baby boy out with the sun
midnight streets painted with light
painted with light
painted with light
painted with light
painted with light
in the glow from reflective cast in the city
back lit silhouette of a skunk at my feet
I ask the sky where’s the moon and why my vision’s gone blurry
and why cacophonous crowds and a kid song can clear things up
pomegranate clouds
sleepless lights compete
our baby boy out with the sun
midnight streets painted with light
painted with light
painted with light
painted with light
painted with light