歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Seventy years in the mud Salt water in the blood Silas hides in the tall grass Watching the slow seasons pass He grips his heavy glass lens Far from his only friends Waiting for the marsh wren’s cry Under a violet winter sky [Pre-Chorus] Then the lighthouse beam swings wide Cutting through the rising tide Showing what we used to hide Deep down on the inside [Chorus] We hunt for the wings of gold Two men growing gray and old Counting every feather we see Locked in this old rivalry But the light reveals the scraps Of our childhood paper maps Floral prints and damask lines Stolen from the old designs [Verse] I remember the attic floor Behind the heavy wooden door We peeled the roses from the wall Before we grew so very tall You took the blue and gold I took the green and bold Now we track the heron’s flight In the middle of the night [Hook] (Field recording: Marsh wren trill) Chirp and whistle, click and hum Waiting for the birds to come (Field recording: Marsh wren trill) [Bridge] (Spoken riddle segment - dry tone) What has a beak but cannot speak? What is the treasure that we seek? Is it the bird in the thicket? Or the scrap in your pocket? I know you still have the lace From that dusty, quiet place [Chorus] We hunt for the wings of gold Two men growing gray and old Counting every feather we see Locked in this old rivalry But the light reveals the scraps Of our childhood paper maps Floral prints and damask lines Stolen from the old designs [Ending A - The Sourdough Bond] Bread is rising in the tin Let the morning light come in We share the crust and the salt Ending every bitter fault Sourdough and wild yeast At our quiet marshland feast Old rivals finally at rest With the birds inside the nest [Ending B - The Solstice Ritual] We never speak a single word Just the calling of the bird But when the sun begins to die Under the solstice moon on high We tape the patterns to the stone Where the lighthouse stands alone Matching scraps of paper blue Left for me and left for you [Outro]
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