I dreamt my voice was
High and crystalline
This new world
Every bit as desolate
I'll watch the birds
And place the sound of each of them

Water
Overflow
Out into the yard

I wash my face in the grass
Wake up sweat drenched again
There is a place but I only know this one
There is a shape at the edge of my mind
Moving slowly closer
Formless, unrealized
Formless and unrealized

Now
Here I am
Grasping at the shreds
Unconsciously repeating it
And not remembering
Just fragments of an old thing
Lodged in this weird descending

How will I protect myself?
How will I protect myself?

Will I go anywhere in this awareness?
Subtle and fleeting
Momentary understanding
Is that everything and everyone?

How will I protect myself?
How will I protect myself?
How will I protect myself?
How will I protect myself?

No stone
Or leaf
Or pause before I speak
It's where I felt safe
In silences and open space, oh

How long in the in-between?
Uncomfortable with this new clarity
In change
Houses get torn apart

Days were dull
I am not calm
Days were dull
I am not calm

The night will look into my eyes
And see everything
Nothing to hide

All things will be
Held warmly and recognized
In a red kitchen, all lit up
With everyone that I've ever loved

If I didn’t carry this around
If I didn't carry this around
If I didn't carry this around

If I didn’t carry this around
If I didn't carry this around
If I didn't carry this around

I woke up wrong
Hopelessness pacing the room
Will worry forever destroy me?
Early night is familiar
It's buried in my body
Beneath the leaves
On my forest floor
Nothing's as it should be
Nothing's as it should be

Feeling frantic again
What is all this for anyway?
A dangerous place, untrustworthy

I don't want to miss anything anymore
It stays light too long
The yard’s gentle murmuring

I don't want to miss anything anymore
Where have you dwelt?
On what are you dwelling?

Having held it in my open hands, how did it feel then?
Now having felt it, describe the way the sun hit
A tree you saw when you were ten
I think of everything when I'm driving not knowing where I'm going
Hearing dogs bark in your new neighborhood
I think of everything when I'm driving not knowing where I'm going
Hearing bass boom in your new neighborhood

Quietly appreciating
Taking small breaths in the morning
Driving on the interstate

Now you're homesick in the evening
A new sighing
A nameless thing, a striking shade
Obscures the day

I know the shape of your arms, all your haunts
The slow thoughts and it's true
I know your face and I know the shape in the dark

The quietness in sighing
Light at end of day
The night is ever vying
To appreciate

Haunts in your old home
Haunts in your old home

There's no good place the see the morning
The subtle, quiet way
Lightness there in sighing
Oh, light at end of day