Dandelion

Dandelion, follow my eyes
To the edge, but not one step more
It's the sound that I need from your voice
To belong to the shape that I choose in my life
And the home is a garden that I can keep alive

Softest light, second cup of coffee
We haven't talked in a long time
It's the dark that I need from your eyes
When I look to the sun as it falls from the sky
Your voice comes quietly into my mind
Asking, "How do you feel in this day?"
I wish I could be there, put my hands on your face
Here it comes now, fill up the floodplain

Wildest silence, I know it comes
From somewhere we haven't gone in a long time
Where does death leave its eyes in our lives?
Why does life show us life when we look at the sky?
I've never seen summer like the summer this time
The days breathe in longer than the nights

Let me show you the place where I go when I die
Let me show you the place where I go when I die
And the home is a garden that can't keep me alive