Hailstones

There's something in your eyes I recognise Something I can't follow There's something in your eyes I recognise There's something in the seasons idolised And something right and real I'm a seedling in springtime Is it the hailstones coming down Gilded ground, gilded ground That knocked me off my feet Is it the city streets I've seen Grey and green, grey and green All the way up from infancy There's something echoing beneath my skin Call it intuition There's something echoing beneath my skin There's something in the air, the words we share And the ones we spare repeating Sitting in the sunshine, shivering Is it the hailstones coming down For your crown, for your crown That knocked some sense in me Is it the city streets we share Goldhawk Road to West Square By the old magnolia leaves There's something in your heat That's in me