Album: Elysian Magnetic Fields (2011)

Elysian Magnetic Fields

The lighthouse shrinks like lace
Twisting shades in velvet breath
Evening wound, sundown grin
Silken sobs, satin screams

Night embrace
As wax and clay paint your face
I behold starving quicksands
As you slip through my hands

Magnetic fields call through
This growing sleep
Where I can't trail you
Where I can't beseech

Would I wait until
The bells of morning
Which reveal
The angels of spring

Slumbering birds
Passing over
Cracking domes
And abandoned homes

But do sleepwalkers know
Where they flow
Is there a smile, somehow
But do we know