I walk to the radio
Turning it on
Music's playing, I know
A very good song.
It starts off so quiet
But gets louder so
That before I can fight it
I'm lying down low
The notes all rise free
Shooting stars through the beat
The rhythm's the sea
And on the sea floor I greet
The singer speaks out
From a clam shell castle
The guitar wails and shouts
While it's part and parcel
To the harmony choir
Of light and of sound
I float in the fire
While the sky becomes ground.
And the last thing I remember
From the music I hear
Is the warmest December
The summer in my ear.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
I walk to the radio
Turning it on
Music's playing, I know
A very good song.
It starts off so quiet
But gets louder so
That before I can fight it
I'm lying down low
The notes all rise free
Shooting stars through the beat
The rhythm's the sea
And on the sea floor I greet
The singer speaks out
From a clam shell castle
The guitar wails and shouts
While it's part and parcel
To the harmony choir
Of light and of sound
I float in the fire
While the sky becomes ground.
And the last thing I remember
From the music I hear
Is the warmest December
The summer in my ear.
