Almanac

There's a season in your eyes

and a fever on your breath

you're anchored to the tide

and the rhythm in your chest

I read the rings and count the city lights

you sing a static sonnet on the dial

you could talk a walk, through the mines

or you could spend all your days

just waiting for the night

the stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire

I see it all reflected in your eyes

Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.