[ti:Envelopes]
[ar:Sleeping at Last]
[al:Keep No Score]
[00:29.02]On tree branches
[00:33.32]There are birds instead of leaves.
[00:38.31]All at once, they lift through trees
[00:43.49]To reveal the unseen.
[00:50.37]A blindfold of wings
[01:00.34]Held us from perfect sight,
[01:04.89]While saving unready eyes.
[01:11.31]All will be lost, all will be well.
[01:21.23]All will be loved when living is hell.
[01:30.26]We'll cry dead leaves to grow.
[01:39.38]In broken English,
[01:44.07]Arguments igniting fires,
[01:49.71]We'll sing in off-key choirs
[01:59.44]Of an ageless rebirth.
[02:02.58]
[02:09.43]After feathers disappear,
[02:18.17]Our bodies will heal and repair.
[02:30.98]Sent down in envelopes,
[02:35.87]A white sea of dangerous hope.
[02:39.86]Arms overflow with the weightless flood of words,
[02:49.28]Perfect ears let truth be heard,
[02:54.36]And we will learn to let go.
[02:58.32]We will learn to let go.
[03:03.18]
[03:10.85]We'll pull each letter one by one,
[03:16.44]Every ribbon comes undone.
[03:21.43]Our little eyes and little souls
[03:26.12]Will now be strong enough to hold
[03:30.70]The divorce of need.
[03:35.75]Explanations breathe for us.
[03:43.77]
[03:51.07]On paper waves we sway.
[03:58.69]Our bodies get lifted away, outside of space
[04:11.90]We'll send down the envelopes,
[04:16.34]The forest resets in hope.