Fleet Foxes - Cradling Mother, Cradling Woman lyrics

One, two, three, four one, two, three, four
One, two, three, four

I'll run down lay my weight where it lies
I'll come 'round out in sheltering sky
Seek you out like I wanted it when
It was eighty-eight out
And the apricot flowers were coming in
And I feel worn, but the air is clean
And my clothes are torn, but it's right on me
Passing rain, blue white heat
Agony, not to me, it's not defeat

No one here say we waited our while
Good idea crowding out of those aisles
Nowhere near where I thought we would be
But one and the same
The drought and the rain to me

And I've been a while gone
But the air is clean and I had it all wrong
But, I made my peace
Passing thought, empty street
Agony, not to me, it's not defeat

I've been bright, I've been faded
I'm nearly halfway through
Barely believe we made it
When I met eyes with you
I caught a walking fever
I know how all this ends
Palm over my receiver cradling me again