Wanderling

I've been here before, 'bout a bundle of times Been battling boyhood and shrugging off shrines Been taking a hard-won hiatus from time Been buying, believing and betting on dimes Been minding my manners, no whimper, no whines Been practicing perfection, spectrums and signs Been honing a craft, and crafting a self To wrap up, and hold up, and leave on the shelf Been wading through waters supreme and sublime Been searching for some simple way to unwind Been travelling far, been travelling wide Been waiting and tasting the wanderling wine Listen don't get lost before you get found Carry me, carry me Over waves of silence and of some sound Listen don't get caught before you get out Suddenly, suddenly, claimed by Clouds of colour and clover overground Through chaos, commotion, cacophonous crowds Through silence and symbols, subliminal sounds Through pretty pragmatics parading around I'm starting to think that I've finally found A thin, silver, slippery thread coming down Subtle and strong, woven and wound Invisible anchor, awakening-bound Rooting this wanderling down to the ground Listen don't get lost before you get found Carry me, carry me Over waves of silence and of some sound Listen don't get caught before you get out Suddenly, suddenly, claimed by Clouds of colour and clover overground We weren't only born to be buried, stories long to be carried Listen love is very We weren't only born to be buried, stories long to be carried Listen love is very We weren't only born to be buried, stories long to be carried Listen love is very We weren't only born to be buried, stories long to be carried Listen love is very Very, very, very, very ordinary Listen don't get lost before you get found Carry me, carry me Over waves of silence and of some sound Listen don't get caught before you get out Suddenly, suddenly, claimed by Clouds of colour and clover overground