Jacaranda

He left them on the stairs of gold Matsumoto crossed the world Heard it on the southern wind, blew the seeds into his hands Blooming with the color of a miracle Meet me on the same park bench When the trees hang their purple heads I'll be playing the same song, the beat you were working on Singing, "Don't be long, don't be long." I won't be long. I won't be long Played it raw, played in true, when I was young enough to lose Saw it shine ever brighter when I was young and on fire Spread my arms and plant my roots Until I am native too Heard the question in her song, calling just before the sun "Where do I belong, where do I belong, where do I belong Where do I belong, where do I belong?" I didn't fear, didn't tire, when I was young and a liar Just my breath was my gold when I was young enough to know And though I heard no help at all It came to me and I let it fall The only home is in our steps, I won't wait to catch my breath I am asking you for a miracle, I am asking you for a miracle I heard love in it all when it was young and my fault Saw it shine ever brighter when I was young and on fire Just our breath was our gold when we were young enough to know Saw it shine ever brighter when we were young and on fire