Chrysalides
Ghost of Paul Revere (Album Monarch)
The leaves that fell flooded my home town
The plows set out to push the fallen further down
We stood waist deep in the leavers crying
Watching eye water moths lift off
A place for flowers, a place of pattern. The chrysalides
But I heard somebody call out family from the back of the room
There’s no way of knowing, no way of knowing now
Just how loud a thousand wings would ever sound
As it fell upon your grandfather’s ear
As he walked home through the feather fields
A place for flowers, a place of pattern. The chrysalides.
But I heard somebody call out family from the back of the room
Written by Max Davis
Lyrics Submitted by Søren Birkedal
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