Woven
Moving like waves,
By the wind, they were caught
Grasping the quiet,
With every thought
A way to cope,
Through evergreen
A pace of nature,
Through all I've seen
Oh we are woven, by the wind
As it goes along
It took me a while to
Be friends, with the movement
The movement
As a wallflower,
Always a quiet one
Mistaken by a light
That always shone
Oh I was so small,
Such delicate skin
Brought down due to
My sensitivity within
Oh we are woven, by the wind
As it goes along
It took me a while to
Be friends, with the movement
The movement
Drifting
Oh I would like to talk,
You're awfully quiet
Oh I thought about the petrichor
The song that you wrote once before
Oh there are things,
that I will never outgrow
Oh there are things uncared for
I'm afraid for what I saw
I'll gather your belongings,
After the night
We have been drifting
It has been away from my hands,
We have been drifting
Company, oh comfort, too soon
Untether Me
I'm watching our little boat sinking,
it's tired.
Let's try and fix things and sail away,
but the ropes that are holding us together are beginning to fray.
Oh the wind will battle through our auburn hair,
and we'll get caught up in a storm and just wish she weren't there.
Untether me
There's still some hope in the air, and we mustn't go back now
Untether me
Storm and I
We'll build a house of stories,
and alas, it will grow
For the ghosts will surround your mind
and you'll breathe with your fragile lungs
Oh, storm and I
We'll build a boat of stories
and alas, we will sail away
For the ghosts will surround your mind
and you'll breathe with your fragile lungs
Oh, storm and I
Roots
Lay your lovely bones next to me
They may be brittle, but they make me strong
You appear to have lost yourself again
You must keep focused on the path
And all these roots are dragging us down
We intertwined, like vines
You held me close, I felt quite safe
And all these roots are dragging us down
And all these roots are whispering
All these roots are trembling
All these roots are laughing, at us.
Well Spoken Birds
Oh I would like to sit in my garden,
awaiting wisteria.
Oh, Autumn has been most unkind to me
Oh I often wonder about moving away to the sea again,
the water always calmed me down
Oh, Autumn has been most unkind to me
This home, is just tired eyes and small words
Overgrown outside and well spoken birds
Oh, it's the time to move along
Oh, Autumn has been most unkind to me
Oh, Autumn has been most unkind to me
Winter Array
Healing with sound is as old as the hills,
A wise man told me
Home is alas a metaphor
for where I hope to be
As winter goes into spring, birds sing
Away, winter, array
Oh, winter array. Oh, you lead me astray. Oh, winter array.
As I walk along the hedgerows, my mind
Is as wild as the soon to be grown
I hope to overcome the overwhelm
Away, winter array.
Oh, winter array. Oh, you lead be astray. Oh, winter array.
