Levi The Poet, Elle Puckett - Sommelier lyrics

I got lost
And the only way that I could talk
To God was through your songs

I used to sing in tune

Did you?

When I was a child, I prayed
And he felt like new
Wine fermenting inside of
Old age i know that might not make sense
But he was a decade removed from all of his
Accomplishments, and he still had the
Eyes of a dreamer
And no one worshipped him as a demigod

I used to throw stones at his bedroom window
Back before he threw stones at me

He’d climb out like clockwork after his
Parents had gone to sleep
And we’d sneak to the meadow up
The street from their house
In the mountains just east of
The city i loved it there it was far enough
Away that the glow didn’t
Bleed into the show he was so full of awe
We'd play connect the dots and make up
Constellations i was wishing on the stars
But he’d lie down and look up
And stare into the empty black
Between them until all the suns in his
Periphery blurred into one and he’d
Close them so tight to hold on
To the spectrum and whisper
"I knew there was something more than
Black and white out there" don’t leave me

I know exactly how a
Window screen sounds popped
Out from it's hinges i used to
Be the one that you snuck out for
When we were younger I used
To wonder what I’d do if I ever
Heard the bedsprings blend into the creaking
Of the frame bending blending
Into feet against
The stucco, searching for the ground
And now I know

It happened in slow motion and I swear the
Second hand never made it a moment past
My eyes closing before I heard our love
Collapse like lungs, guzzling up the ocean
Salt soaking up everybody's
Condolences hoping
Still willing to invite you back home and

And now I dream of the nights
That you used to talk
About fire and color and wonder
If God is as real
As the sunspots that you saw
In his absence i tried
Taping my eyelids shut to see
Him like you used
To i tried cutting my eyelids off
To see him like I
Used to i stitched the skin
To skin to salvage
Whatever was left and then searched
The sky for signs of
Life like there wasn't blood
Blurring into the vision

Is freedom abandonment? Is that why you
Abandoned me? Is freedom forgetfulness? I
Forget, I can't stop remembering when we
Were young, and you stayed
And you felt like old faith casked and too
Mature for your age and I know
It might not make sense, but he was a decade
Away from all of his accomplishments, and he
Still had the heart of a son
And no one worshipped him in the place of one

Will I ever be able to sing in your choir?
I can't hit the notes i can't hit the notes
All I wanted was to sing in your choir
I used to sing in tune did you?

I threw up my prayers like incantations

I'd give anything to see the
Sky one last time