elusive.
all the pretty words i can muster.
Lyrics
motionless Autumn, it left everything the same
the trees and their leaves
just laugh an unfriendly laugh
strands of ribbon floating on the breeze
my words long to be
so simply beautiful and free
barely blue skies with too white clouds
all tinted yellow by the sun
lazy memories from invented places
motionless Autumn, it left everything the same
and plastic benches painted green
vie for the attention of the trees
look to the ground
so solid and gravitated
the lowest we can get must be a Holy place
and i suppose that there's really no black in space
if you get far enough away
only white
and stars
and perhaps that's God
and perhaps that's not
but it seems to me
a ribbon floating on the breeze
could blend with the barely blue sky
and become the same
so that it refrains
all tinted yellow from the sun
the names of colours make us feel safe
and perhaps that's God
and perhaps that's not
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