Lavender, Raspberries

It comes through the door and lands out of habit Can't tell you the shape, but I'm looking straight at it Followed around, feet on the ground, gently Then I have the urge to jump off the balcony Land with a splash where passersby will be River below, carry me home, gently I love the feeling, I love the space between I draw a line from my head to the balcony I draw a line and get carried away with it Keeping my pockets full, carry the weight of it Home for the week, try to show you the way that it Feels hard to speak when I'm undеr the sway of it Finger the еdges, make up the argument Mark out the edges, make out the influence She said take me to god, I can feel it all over me In time for the summer, lavender, raspberries Taken to heaven, rejected as fantasy It comes through the door and it sings out with gravity I am a bumper car, I am a one-way street Roofs in the trees, they will always be there for me Hear it all night in the way you sing softly I am the asphalt, I'll never die I take it for granted, you'll always be there for me I write a song and you sing back the melody Come backwards, spring breeze, all in the history Water the ground, smile out of habit Out of the depth of the seasonal sprouting I draw a line from my head to the ceiling I draw a line from my head to the sky I am a puppet, the clouds they all sing to me I am the asphalt, I'll never die I am a bumper car, I am a one-way street I am the place where the roof meets the trees It comes through the door and it sings back the melody Comes through the door and it sits down to eat