Perennial - Dorthia Cottrell

Be still my heart you’ve got your father’s eyes

Heavy with wonder, it’s a good disguise

It’s a good disguise

Tell me that widow has turned into glass in the snow

How cold is that winter that passes us by so slow

How many bridges do you burn

In your heart when it feels right

When it feels right

I crossed that river to babylon

They told me those days had all come and gone

Remember the suns are all burnin red

Now flicker like a flashlight or a flame in the wind

Tell me those wolves have all scattered and run off from here

How lonely is loving without any sense of the fear

That waning white widow hangs loosely like smoke in my headlights

When it feels right

It was somebody’s birthday, I slept on the beach

I was humbled by the vastness and the distance I could see

I guess when I’m older I will understand

The passing of time is just a slight of hand