Gold Leaves

White is the make of the mend White's the milk on the lips White is the ray coming down at the end White's the noise when it splits Even now The pouring light O the heavy knife When black marigolds was all you saw When you expected feasts Black humor

There is verity found In the dwellers of your old home That you are not what you own Though you're not bound to what you dream And I'm never minding to be told That you're equal to the horse you hold And you ought to send them running I will be A par

Our old moon once hung in orbit Bare, though full, when there was nothing on it Long before we were adorners Then in time It covered our bright lights And Easter islands O how some do bloom Some turn to ruins Our old room Corner apartment Eventually

There were nights we made of cherries burning in the coffee cup Other times it laid with coins filling till it couldn't stand up O the future, of remains A remainder all the time And the oar became a flame of fire you held your hand to And your mouth

Hard Feelings (Album) - Gold Leaves Come take your bent-out shape that now fits you so well But if it doesn't sit with you Well, change your mind In time, you find that no one's out to get you For better or worse, they're going to leave you Alone Lo,

Long player played around in the living room And laid a cue Of a saved vision I hung to Our harbored days were ships that hung Off horizons Once clear and then gone Like honeymoon Our zeniths, they bow with the season Like blind appeals In the commen

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I walked along A paveless road Against a river With end unknown And as it runs Some dimeless young Wade around With shoulders sunned In endless love Time goes By It goes And as it goes It cleans the clothes Of a lady Of landless home The cities move

There were many shades she tried To fit in the frame, she pined for marble halls But none hung at all But as she leaned up on her side Not in some profiled design But rented room With winding view She sat The light rose Then went As if a chair was pu