Feet to the Sky

In days made only of dusk and dawn
You told me my eyes were worn to
Everything the same the same the same, you said
I want to tell everything to you but
These walls won’t do
There is something we must reclaim, reclaim, reclaim

For too long, emotional extremities
Have been unchartered territories
And I don’t want to be tame, be tame, be tame
I want to show everything to you
But this skin won’t do
There is something we must reclaim, reclaim, reclaim

So shake me, shake me, shake me

Shake me from the things I think make me whole
And with made-up rituals replenish this soul
Drink the wine to the bottom of the glass
And watch it refill from air
Turn our cheeks to the ground and feet to the sky
And take it from there

And we’ll collect things
And build a tower of totem
Dream with our eyes open
Foster a change, a change, a change
When my breath runs short
When life, it starts to make me bored
And my gaze, it falls behind me
And I’ll look at moments gone until you

Shake me, shake me, shake me

And in days made only of dusk and dawn
You’ll tell me my eyes are worn to
Everything the same, the same, the same . . .