Glada - Future Islands

New canopies arise

From the crumbling framework

The remnants of fire

And you came as you are

And they said,

“Heaven’s a mystery, unless you’re a star.”

“Unless you’ve a crown.”

But they’re wrong

And you can walk this head around and gone

Or we can fly

———

Who am I?

Do I deserve the sea again?

The slow lapping waves

Bathing my face in light

In the night

Long after summer winds

In the last, diving in

Finding love and a friend

In the dawn

———

The blueberries arrive

Round the purpling nettles

The ramsons' empire

And you came from the stars

And you said,

“We are the prey that we seek in the dark”

———

But who am I?

Do I deserve the sea again?

Slow lapping waves

Bathing my face in light

In the dawn

For far and long, as I have been

The last time around

Now finding a friend

Who am I?

Why do I deserve the sea again?

After all I’ve done

And finding love in the end