Sailship

I heard my lady in white sing out in the woods But there in the summer air I was frozen where I stood because witches hide behind the trees They laugh at delicate bones in this sunken skin The body of a fragile man I'm feeling trapped in But I can se

I think it's alright to feel the same When everything falls apart in the hands From which they came But still we rebuild every broken bone And I think it's alright to feel the comfort Of thousands of angels singing down Sending solace through the clo

She left her heart in the broken branches above me in the leaves And she built a home in the lofty throes to guard it Underneath a sky that was blowing a breeze I watched as she shed all her leaves And then her heart hung there in the winter air And

I saw the trees change In that golden, glittering evening I fell asleep there And all around me angels were singing And I dreamed I was aging away I saw the future And I still had all my close friends I saw my daughter In love with ponies and roses S

If I condense my words into a song Could your courage finally come? How could I get it to stay inside your frame Like a ship inside that bottle? With grace and speed I'd then proceed To fold it by its seems And then I'd push it down your throat And l

Oh, there was a strange sound that welcomed the morning that rose from the sea. And there came a sunbeam that broke through the blinds and woke me. That was only the start as the beautiful prose of your heart softly sang me to sleep and you'll know w

He had a black book wrapped in his little hands Its binding was frayed with age It kept his heart held safe when the backs of his hands seemed strange He knew that top shelf better than he knew himself It gave him strength to face the day But then he

With a book laying open on my chest And my jacket bunched into a pillow I lay in swaying grass And watch hundreds of clouds pass from the world below And I wonder If I've got the lungs to move them to you 'Cause every move I make's for moving towards

If I were a seed Would you be the sun that lets me grow into a tree? If I were a boat Would you be the wind to catch my sail to send me home? If I were a song Would you be the voice that sings me out into the world, slow and strong? If I were a book