A.O. Gerber, Marina Allen - Arboretum lyrics
[A.O. Gerber, Marina Allen - Arboretum lyrics]
I didn't walk past the old aspen trees
Sun in my hair
And the grain waving soft beside me
The pine scent came slowly
From the farm they would one day cut down
I wander poolside by the light of the life
That's never coming now
Tender the day
And the poppies arising at my feet
I long to pluck them
From their garden of unguarded things
But I never let myself
As I do with the pink of mimosa trees
Is that where I fell for them
And their fragrance uncanny and sweet?
You wanted an armory or was it an aviary?
Somewhere to put your things
Somewhere to clip their wings
You wanted a cage for them
You wanted a cage for me
We wanted your apathy at least
Now all I am made of
The warmth of warmed stones
From a Northern sun now all I am made of
The grip of a mouth on my pond-soaked palm
Now all I am made of
The touch of the breeze on my willing spine
Now all I am made of now all I am
I didn't walk past the old aspen trees
Sun in my hair
And the grain waving soft beside me
The pine scent came slowly
From the farm they would one day cut down
I wander poolside by the light of the life
That's never coming now
Tender the day
And the poppies arising at my feet
I long to pluck them
From their garden of unguarded things
But I never let myself
As I do with the pink of mimosa trees
Is that where I fell for them
And their fragrance uncanny and sweet?
You wanted an armory or was it an aviary?
Somewhere to put your things
Somewhere to clip their wings
You wanted a cage for them
You wanted a cage for me
We wanted your apathy at least
Now all I am made of
The warmth of warmed stones
From a Northern sun now all I am made of
The grip of a mouth on my pond-soaked palm
Now all I am made of
The touch of the breeze on my willing spine
Now all I am made of now all I am
I didn't walk past the old aspen trees