Текст песни The Light That Comes Through - Sparkbird

This is not the end
Of the growing season
Though it is
The end of the bloom

Something sacred
Hides in every drop of dew
In every rosewater rivulet
That runs from you

Something sacred
Pulses at the core of you
Holding your smalt
And obsidian residue

Arabesque design
Flourishes that fade with time
Leaving just outlines
Of the flower that grew
And when they fall away
You give into the skies of grey
You return to your original you
You return to your original hue
You return to your original blue
You return to your original you

Something dormant
Hibernating out of view
Like a dream
Until the day it comes true

Something dormant
Till it stirs anew and
You're more than stained glass
You're the light that comes through

Arabesque design
Flourishes that fade with time
Leaving just outlines
Of the flower that grew
And when they fall away
You give into the skies of grey
You return to your original you
You return to your original hue
You return to your original blue
You return to your original you

This is not the end
Of the growing season
Though it is
The end of the bloom