I’ve been sleeping in
the unfinished basement
i said it as a joke
but i’ve come to really mean it
when i go to play
don’t let my bed just blow away
you know it’s never felt that permanent

am i just wishing stones were standing?
am i just pissing in the wind?
and when i need some understanding
can i count on you to let me in?

back in camelot
i really learned a lot
circles in the crops and
sky-high geometry
i asked my lineage
about my living wish
but they just held me in the mystery

it isn’t you, and it isn’t me
it isn’t blue, and it isn’t green
it isn’t four, and it isn’t three
it’s the two of us
and whether we can be

i hear the sirens and the desert deities
they travel on the breezes enchanting ladies
they’ll tie a knot around this house
and it’ll sound just like the wind
blowing long and low
songs from ancient places

and if i’m not mistaken
these hearts can handle breaking
i think i tried to save us
i hope i’m not forsaken