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Cabinet of Natural Curiosities - Blue Highways Lyrics



Cabinet of Natural Curiosities - Blue Highways Lyrics




BLUE HIGHWAYS

When fall has come
To the landlocked lawns
Of the city suns
And all the lemons that we've loved
Lay brown and scattered in the sun
Oh how does it happen that
We stall for a while, we keep jumping them back
I couldn't answer then
The keys were heavy in my swollen hands
I said, go, little sister
Go where you're wanted
Where the lists that you're made of won't
Fall from your pocket
I wanted to catch them as they
Flew from your wallet
But my hands are made of holes
When they're wanted
And only our future knows
Exactly when to come
And precisely where to go
When all we've ever hoped to hold
Has vanished into song
And is held here in our lungs
Go, little sister, crawl back to the cradle
We shared when we were infants
Our fingers unable
To master the threads of these
Delicate instruments
We prodded and pressed against,
Haunted and hesitant
We held them again and again
Until the tones they hummed were infinitely small
Crawl, little sister, crawl under the wire
Where the straws that we drank from were
Dandelion fibers
And the loves that we've lost
They all roll on like tires
And the highway is infinite
Highway is infinitely long
So come now, with nettles in your clothes
And the locket made of bone
You found so long ago
Cause all we ever hope to own
Will vanish into song
And be held here in our lungs
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BLUE HIGHWAYS

When fall has come
To the landlocked lawns
Of the city suns
And all the lemons that we've loved
Lay brown and scattered in the sun
Oh how does it happen that
We stall for a while, we keep jumping them back
I couldn't answer then
The keys were heavy in my swollen hands
I said, go, little sister
Go where you're wanted
Where the lists that you're made of won't
Fall from your pocket
I wanted to catch them as they
Flew from your wallet
But my hands are made of holes
When they're wanted
And only our future knows
Exactly when to come
And precisely where to go
When all we've ever hoped to hold
Has vanished into song
And is held here in our lungs
Go, little sister, crawl back to the cradle
We shared when we were infants
Our fingers unable
To master the threads of these
Delicate instruments
We prodded and pressed against,
Haunted and hesitant
We held them again and again
Until the tones they hummed were infinitely small
Crawl, little sister, crawl under the wire
Where the straws that we drank from were
Dandelion fibers
And the loves that we've lost
They all roll on like tires
And the highway is infinite
Highway is infinitely long
So come now, with nettles in your clothes
And the locket made of bone
You found so long ago
Cause all we ever hope to own
Will vanish into song
And be held here in our lungs
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Writer: Jasmine Dreame Wagner
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