There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall, Blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
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- Beast Epic
- Archive Series Volume No. 1
- Archive Series Volume No. 2
- Ghost On Ghost
- Kiss Each Other Clean
- Our Endless Numbered Days
- Non-Album Releases
- Around The Well
- Walking Far From Home (EP)
- In The Reins (EP)
- Woman King (EP)
- Time After Time
- Just Indie (Vol. 2)
- Grace for Saints and Ramblers
- Twilight Original Motion Picture Soundtrack...
- Young Folks
- The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 1 (Original...
- Garden State - Music From The Motion Picture
- Such Great Heights
- The Last Song