Lost In the Trees
lady in white
Iâve spindled in golden arms
Such beautiful sorrow
The cycloneâs song falls around our homes
Our hands reach for tomorrow
Always
You always
Hear the rainfall at night
Always
Your eyes always
Are repeating white light
I will give you your space
We will speak tomorrow
Where the rivers rise and the birds crawl
There is where iâll hold you
Always
Youâre always
In my mirror at night
Always
Your eyes always
Are repeating white light
Always
You always
Meet me in the next life