Lie down on the water’s crest
where everyday you take your rest
every day is not new you're just turning a page
So keep the white sand in a clear jar
put pin wheels in the front yard
whatever will keep you unchanged
The wise man in the lemon tree
says he will find something sweet
He'll kindly come down
when you see that he's right
Getting lost is an art form
disappear and get reborn
choose what is sacred, know nothing is pure
Stare down the rabbit hole
the uncertainty of parable
is likely to keep you awake
So keep the white sand in a clear jar
put pin wheels in the front yard
whatever will keep you unchanged
Bury him by the orchard, my dear
where some life still grows
Bury it all near your heart, my darling
set fire to our homes
A girl by the riverbed
holds a white rose to her chest
holds her good god safe in a frame
Make a sailboat with an old leaf
you laid in wet concrete
whatever will keep you the same
Got pipe dreams and tea leaves
crafting new realities
whatever will put you to sleep.
So keep the white sand in a clear jar
put pin wheels in the front yard
whatever will keep you unchanged
We can find light where the pavements' cracked
taking the back roads, stay off the cardinal path
We're spending all our time living inside
deciding where were going
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022
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