For days that cannot bring you near:
Let there be silver and gold and lavender-blue
The corner of your folded ear against the barreling steel and skeletal view And I still leave my bags all curled up like a cat
At the foot of your old house that whistles
When the wind blows through its open eyes
Give it a rest or a little time
Hearing you laugh from the other side,
The cattails in silence waiting for light to cross the hills
The scars of travel creased your hands, until the dirt in your palms Gave way to new life
And when you found knots in aching nights,
I wanted only to feed you apples and rice
Just one collective dream
I read it on the train
We’re vessels in the stream
So i lift my heavy head against the light
Even if i don’t think i have the time
Hearing you laugh from the other side
The cattails in silence waiting for light and brushed along the hills
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This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden