歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Back where the salt air bites Underneath the fading lights Grandfather's gate is rusted shut I cut a path through hazelnut The 12-string hums a dusty tune Beneath a pale and rising moon I walk the rows of gnarled wood Standing where he always stood [Pre-Chorus] I find the silver bark A jagged little mark Five feet high in ninety-nine I was yours and you were mine The minor chords begin to swell Like secrets in a wishing well [Chorus] Fireflies in the overgrown rows Where the wild heirloom apple grows I’m reading the letters you never sent Knowing exactly what you meant It’s a quiet kind of grace In this hollowed-out place Just a ghost in the trees Caught on a coastal breeze [Post-Chorus] Caught on a coastal breeze Down on my shaking knees [Verse] Found a sack in the shed Spilling out a dusty red Letterpress ink on a paper fold Stories that were never told Rain-spotted seeds in the tray Waiting for a warmer day I touch the burlap, rough and old Protection from the winter cold [Pre-Chorus] I reach for the lowest limb The light is getting dim I’m taller now than you ever saw Bound by a heavy, silent law The piano hits a lonely key For the man I’m meant to be [Chorus] Fireflies in the overgrown rows Where the wild heirloom apple grows I’m reading the letters you never sent Knowing exactly what you meant It’s a quiet kind of grace In this hollowed-out place Just a ghost in the trees Caught on a coastal breeze [Bridge] (Harmonica trill) You said keep your boots in the clay Don't let the seasons slip away But the words stayed in your throat Like a tattered winter coat Now the orchard breathes for two I am finding pieces of you In the sap and the stone I am never truly alone [Breakdown] Brushed snare on the beat Feeling the summer heat Fade into a winter frost Nothing is ever truly lost [Verse] I sat by the frosted glass Watching the shadows pass Thinking ‘bout the fruit that fell Secrets that the soil won’t tell I buried the packet by the root In my heavy, mud-caked boot Waiting for the green to rise Underneath the coastal skies [Chorus] Fireflies in the overgrown rows Where the wild heirloom apple grows I’m reading the letters you never sent Knowing exactly what you meant It’s a quiet kind of grace In this hollowed-out place Just a ghost in the trees Caught on a coastal breeze [Post-Chorus] Caught on a coastal breeze Down on my shaking knees [Outro]
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