Locate the spaces in every branch

For the sake of the sun

Later flashlights make sparks in the dark

And we'll trace them


The green glow of lightning bugs in the night

Start the sky bending sidelong

The hardest part is trying to hold on


I do believe that our hearts are received

Be on the rust colored reeds, is glimpses of blueness

Lately I can't recognize what's right from what is wrong.


The summer is spinning out of control til we're only ourselves

Each season strips us down to the bone and we bare it

I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun

The hardest part is shoulders that move on.

Lately I don't know what I could want from anyone


I do believe that our hearts are received

Through all the rust colored reeds,

There's flashes of blueness.


Lately I can't recognize what's right from what is wrong.


And I do believe that our hearts are received

Through all the rust colored reeds, there's flashes of blueness.

While you look at me and I don't know what you see

Maybe through rust colored reeds,

There could be blueness