1.Crooked Legs
I looked up and picked out a map in the sky
no need for the nude of the moon as I'm guided by fireflies
and they whisper prayers to my feet
as I tiptoe through gardens minding the slumber of parakeets
and lovers on the way
I won't feel the pull of the coming day
or the compromise of sleep
'cause I've got a fire on the soles of my feet
I'm going as far as these crooked legs take me
not stopping for water or dew covered daisies
not waiting for ribbons or medals to praise me
not washing the blood that has covered and stained me
Oh to be fooled by the wool that has covered me
oh to be led by the light of a melody
I'm making my way while the sun cannot stain me
I'm watching the road with two young eyes to guide me
not looking behind to ensure that the home fires are shrinking
the fireflies fade as the city lights find me
Oh to be fooled by the wool that had covered me
oh to be led by the light of a melody
I'm going as far as these crooked legs take me
I'm watching the road with two young eyes to guide me
I'm making my way while the sun cannot stain me
I'm going as far as these crooked legs take me
2.Brokered Heart
Your head is full of fire
With words and false desires
Oh, you signed and sealed it
My brokered heart believed it
Your head's above the water
The land ahead has caught you
I've already signed and sealed it
My brokered hand believed it
Again, my heart is caving in
My eye is turning into dim
Your head is full of fire
With words and false desires
Oh, you signed and sealed it
My brokered heart believed it
3.Dents
I can see your years in my reflection
dancing cracks embedded in my skin
maywood in bloom in fireworks and fury
for all the times I didn't let you in
as I make my way through your convictions
let me pick the best fruit from your treee
and all the miles that we have put between us
have been filled with loving blisters and sour truths
one by one the seasons change you
maybe once but not for all
time cant paint the picture for you
dying leaves need time to fall
let me be the one you're running to
one by one the seasons change you
maybe once but not for all
time can't paint the picture for you
dying leaves need time to fall
4.Flood Pt.2
Got pulled in by the flood,
And it pulled your body under,
While holding up the love,
The love of another.
As you paddled for the sand,
your feet touched nothing.
Don't release this stranger's hand,
'Cause I think I've got this covered.
Thought my water legs are weak,
I'm kicking' like a mutha.
Thought this water keeps our whistles wet,
I've never been less thirsty.
Make your way to the top...
Make your way to the top...
Make your way to the top...
Got pulled in by the flood.
Got pulled in by the flood.
Got pulled in by the flood.
5.Good Enough
Here we are
Hanging onto strains of greed and blues
Break the chain then we break down
Oh it's not real if you don't feel it
Unspoken expectations
Ideals you used to play with
They've finally taken shape for us.
What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Now you'll say
You're startin' to feel the push and pull
Of what could be and never can
You mirror me stumblin' through those
Old fashioned superstitions
I find too hard to break
Oh maybe you're out of place
What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Good Enough) for you
Is good enough for me
It's good, it's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Old fashioned superstitions
I find too hard to break
Oh maybe you're out of place
What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Good Enough) for you
Is good enough for me
It's good, it's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
6.Even While You're Sleeping
7.Glory
Burning rock, in the palm of your hand.
Treat this place as you're wont to,
I will make my land, to comfort you.
Arch precision.
Pull the ropes with a dry hand,
Soaked in scenery
Painted by brushes of hair
I pulled from your head.
Don't make this difficult.
I can't wait for the morning sun.
Oh, the morning sun has come and you're not there.
Petals encircling
Newspapers crumbling.
Turn the TV off
and wait for the writing in the sky
It could be bad, it doesn't matter
'Cause those words will just melt into the clouds.
Don't be mad, my name was misgiven...
I've known glory all my life.
8.Low Gravity
Basking in low gravity, in a fog.
Wilting in your levity.
Whitewashing avenues
of our widening disparities.
We never made a sound
just stared at one another.
The heavy clouds that crowd your head, and above,
Satellites that light the dead darkness of your vacuum.
Your body bleeds in infrared.
The shadow and the flame run from another.
The river calm and tame sits above the undercurrents.
Relish in the sound.
The weightless words the heart attracts.
I want it all; no, I want you back;
the period a long ellipse.
You can lose the weight but it all comes back.
9.Flood Pt.1
Lift your head from wild and wicked sleep
where seven-headed serpents hiss soliloquies
and while picking snails from the river of the valley
you don't see the storm clouds piling up so quietly
The rushing river rattlesnakes your legs
and baby boy has got you drinking from the dead
you lick your lips and paddle for the levee
the sinking banks are sifting through your teeth
As you float up, see the river skins the valley
and strips the sleeping sediment of memory
You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep
the withered river sputters at your feet
and all around the sound is slow and muddy
the sunlight scatters pennies through the leaves
As you wake up see the river skins the valley
you'd love to wash this summer from your memory
10.Hold Your Breath
There's a river that parts the valley of this town,
following the road up to your father's farm
Your rosy lungs will empty on the day that you were born
And no one thought you'd make it past the morning
Hold...
Your brother said your mother was a firefly you buried in the
earth
And every night the firelight warms the tender bits of skin
beneath your shirt
The climbing constellations move in semitones
And sit behind the county line in the melody of gravitation
Hold...
Calling on the colours of the globe
Sleep amongst the mango trees and poisoned oaks
A flood for every footprint, for every mile we forgot
Though your hands were little, we always be alright
Hold your breath...
The sanctity of soil
Wandering roots and living oils
Unions underground
All around, mountains like diaphragms
The rhythms of a landscape that is breathing
Hold your breath...
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