Levi The Poet - Chapter One: When Hearts Are Large lyrics
[Levi The Poet - Chapter One: When Hearts Are Large lyrics]
My love, when we first set sail
And pushed off to sea, i stood at the bow
Looking backward, dry-eyed and imagining
That the world
In all it's color, grandeur and majesty
Had been devastated by the same sort
Of flood I'd seen when
I told you that my father was making me leave
It was a midsummer night's eve
And in my heart, it was a romance that
Same Shakespearean tragedy that
Quintessential teenage flickering that let
Love burn brighter in
The reminiscent memories as we
Slowly fell asleep
Cuddling beneath the stars that
I wished upon through
The cutout at the top of the teepee
(that doubled as an indian
Fort with "girls have
Cooties" stitched across the seams
And at night, our secret love
Affair that the cowboys would have
Deemed a crime punishable
By cap gun and sour faces and wild
Wild west make-believe)
Old enough to comprehend but
Young enough to dream
I can still hear the rhythm of
Your breathing beneath that canopy
While the wind played brush on the
Snare and god threw his bolts of lightening
Like the thunder clapped clave to
Compliment the whistling moving
Through the trees, and remembered promising
That when we grew up
You'd build a home for me
Now to start growing
And you'd twist up your
Fake mustache like your
Favorite character in your favorite
Movie, and whisper
"I'll be your huckleberry"
And in the early morning when I
Snuck back to my room
I thought, "Tragedy, indeed" - that
Innocence, if it ever was
Can be stripped away without a warning
My king, by grace or by fate
Or by luck or by mercy, i trust the moon
Will carry your letters safely
To me this flood
Rescinding, will give way to land, depending
And like the hand of God gave olive
Leaves to encourage that ancient family
My dove, with love and sincerity and
All that I have to offer
Your Queen
And pushed off to sea, i stood at the bow
Looking backward, dry-eyed and imagining
That the world
In all it's color, grandeur and majesty
Had been devastated by the same sort
Of flood I'd seen when
I told you that my father was making me leave
It was a midsummer night's eve
And in my heart, it was a romance that
Same Shakespearean tragedy that
Quintessential teenage flickering that let
Love burn brighter in
The reminiscent memories as we
Slowly fell asleep
Cuddling beneath the stars that
I wished upon through
The cutout at the top of the teepee
(that doubled as an indian
Fort with "girls have
Cooties" stitched across the seams
And at night, our secret love
Affair that the cowboys would have
Deemed a crime punishable
By cap gun and sour faces and wild
Wild west make-believe)
Old enough to comprehend but
Young enough to dream
I can still hear the rhythm of
Your breathing beneath that canopy
While the wind played brush on the
Snare and god threw his bolts of lightening
Like the thunder clapped clave to
Compliment the whistling moving
Through the trees, and remembered promising
That when we grew up
You'd build a home for me
Now to start growing
And you'd twist up your
Fake mustache like your
Favorite character in your favorite
Movie, and whisper
"I'll be your huckleberry"
And in the early morning when I
Snuck back to my room
I thought, "Tragedy, indeed" - that
Innocence, if it ever was
Can be stripped away without a warning
My king, by grace or by fate
Or by luck or by mercy, i trust the moon
Will carry your letters safely
To me this flood
Rescinding, will give way to land, depending
And like the hand of God gave olive
Leaves to encourage that ancient family
My dove, with love and sincerity and
All that I have to offer
Your Queen