Maybe i’ll sleep forever
In a soft, pale white,
Once all my slights
Are forgotten
And you’ll go, all together,
To my shade in the meadow,
Where green is my willow,
And golden the sun
Offer one pint of bitter,
And two small sheaves of Burley,
But come you not too early
In the mornin
And i’ll darken the heather,
Terrible and wise,
Kneel and take your prize:
This communion.
Pain is wise
Blood our greatest teacher,
Scars remain
To protect us from our past.
Beckon me, up from the ground
If you forget what we all found here
Together
Golden leaves now are scattered,
For me, the Wildflower King,
A green but blistered thing,
Blissless yet beautiful
In a voice like children’s laughter
Mixed with burning trees,
Crackling bark and pleas
From the faithful.
“You must climb Jacob’s Ladder,
Rung by sanguine rung,
A song strongly sung,
Not faint nor fitful.
Will any of it matter?”
My grating awful whisper
Scrapes your insides deeper
Than is possible.
Green and gold in the heather,
Green and gold in your eyes,
Here he lies,
Your lover.
Pain is wise
Blood our greatest teacher,
Scars remain
To protect us from our past.
Beckon me, up from the ground
If you forget what we all found here
Together
credits
from Black Box,
released December 25, 2018
Zachariah Baker - Lyrics, Music, Performance, Recording
Matt Haughton of Anatomy of the Mix - Mixing & Mastering
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