Emmy The Great - Creation lyrics
[Emmy The Great - Creation lyrics]
And then the child becomes the warrior
And you're the worrier, so worry over this
What's the thing that has you
Reaching out to grip it like a phantom limb?
And to the action comes a character
And he reveals a wish to see himself in ink
So you take a pen, you write a list
Called all the stages that the world begins
And then the years relay the seasons
You fill the sky
You give him means to lift his chin
And then the tides relay the oceans
You give him reason for believing
That he's in some creation
To make him grow, you give him barriers
To make him grow
You give him barriers to fell
Now he wants to know if there's a narrator
You dry the riverbed, and so he builds a well
And when the woman comes, he marries her
And then the woman is another to himself
Now she wants to know if there's a narrator
She wants to know if there's
A narrative to tell
And then the years relay the seasons
You fill the sky
You give them means to lift their chins
And then the tides relay the oceans
You give them reason for believing
And then the years relay the seasons
You fill the sky
You give her means to lift her chin
And then the tides relay the oceans
You give her reason for believing
That she's in some creation
And you're the worrier, so worry over this
What's the thing that has you
Reaching out to grip it like a phantom limb?
And to the action comes a character
And he reveals a wish to see himself in ink
So you take a pen, you write a list
Called all the stages that the world begins
And then the years relay the seasons
You fill the sky
You give him means to lift his chin
And then the tides relay the oceans
You give him reason for believing
That he's in some creation
To make him grow, you give him barriers
To make him grow
You give him barriers to fell
Now he wants to know if there's a narrator
You dry the riverbed, and so he builds a well
And when the woman comes, he marries her
And then the woman is another to himself
Now she wants to know if there's a narrator
She wants to know if there's
A narrative to tell
And then the years relay the seasons
You fill the sky
You give them means to lift their chins
And then the tides relay the oceans
You give them reason for believing
And then the years relay the seasons
You fill the sky
You give her means to lift her chin
And then the tides relay the oceans
You give her reason for believing
That she's in some creation