Locate the spaces in every branch
For the sake of the sun
Later flashlights make sparks in the dark
And we'll trace them
The green glow of lightning bugs in the night
Start the sky bending sidelong
The hardest part is trying to hold on
I do believe that our hearts are received
Be on the rust colored reeds, is glimpses of blueness
Lately I can't recognize what's right from what is wrong.
The summer is spinning out of control til we're only ourselves
Each season strips us down to the bone and we bare it
I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun
The hardest part is shoulders that move on.
Lately I don't know what I could want from anyone
I do believe that our hearts are received
Through all the rust colored reeds,
There's flashes of blueness.
Lately I can't recognize what's right from what is wrong.
And I do believe that our hearts are received
Through all the rust colored reeds, there's flashes of blueness.
While you look at me and I don't know what you see
Maybe through rust colored reeds,
There could be blueness
