[ Featuring Molly Sarlé, Skyway Man ]
When the long legs of daylight slide away under the covers
And the gray comforter in the sky is turned over
I could die if I let go of the only edge of warmth I felt inside of
I was holding you right there in my mind
Now the short legs have run off across the road into an open field
Of pale grass, November lasts longer than I remember it
In the past, I could forget you, only when I could forget everyone else
Now I'm a stranger to myself
Either way
Leave the flowers growing on the track
Whistle blowing, screaming gray, here comes Nothing No. 1
A golden bloom lays no shadow down before the sun
On the last leg of what might be or what it was or who is out of
Reach up for the closest shade of blue and read the writing
On the beach, I am invited to reverse the face of certain destiny
It's easy when it's flowing
Heaven is a bullet train
I'm half-loaded
Either way
Leave the flowers growing on the track
Whistle blowing, screaming gray, here comes Nothing No. 1
A golden bloom lays no shadow down before the sun
Golden bloom lays no shadow down before the sun
Let me go
Let me let go
Of the only edge of warmth I felt inside of something breaking down
A bed built out of shadows
Somewhere the earth is cold
Somewhere it is burning
I am but a stranger here
Heaven is a mile behind
Lord willing
Either way, will you leave the flowers growing
In my last moment of knowing, if you're near
Will you sweetly sing me gone?
A golden bloom lays no shadow down before the sun
A golden bloom lays no shadow down before the sun
Lays no shadow down before the sun
