When you awoke like you didn’t know
Your presence stays warm in the undertow.
If joy is the wealth that fills your days,
Then who’ll buy you bluebells when I’ve gone away?
Can you hear the choir? (The hums that ring, each one in time)
When you crossed your wires (Hurry, the channels, they turn on a dime)
Did you miss the rose bed?
Your stories, they danced on the marble floor
Why don’t they dance like the night before?
There’s not even time now to count the ways.
There’s never much time when you’re up for days.
Can you hear the choir? (The hums that ring, each one in time)
When you crossed your wires (Hurry, the channels, they turn on a dime)
Do you stop at the rose bed? (Opened the windows, doors close behind)
Beware the briars