Levi The Poet - Chapter Seven: Orphan Theism lyrics
[Levi The Poet - Chapter Seven: Orphan Theism lyrics]
When I sit on the pier and wait
For that black abyss to swell and
Spit out your letters, my heart rises and
Falls with the water, and sometimes
I just wish it would swallow me heaven:
The expanse above the tide rising
And beneath the rain falling i swear
Sometimes breathing feels just like drowning
Stuck here in between
But when your bottles float in, there is
Nothing as beautiful as their dim glow
And my heart longs after
Them their colors catch my eye
Dank bourbon or molded green protecting
White sheets painted with
Calligraphic handwriting
Tainted with damp expressions
Of the bottle's history
But purely you purely you
I've been thinking about just
What "beauty" is
But no amount of thinking has
Added beauty to it
All I know is that it points beyond it'self
Like I long beyond your love notes
Like I long for you
I've seen the entire spectrum refracting off
The ripples beneath my bare
Feet from the edge of this
Weathered dock, and thought God
There's got to be more than this
I have no idea what to believe
But beauty pulls me
Beyond myself like I don't
Even have a choice
So I know I don't believe in nothing
Where, my love
Does the beauty inside of a tree
Reside, made up of atoms
Identical and colorless, where the light
Of the sun merely vibrates in
Waves toward our eyes, striking
Tissues and moving along nerves
Like a telephone wire, to
Their endings
Like telephones? I do not know
There is no actual
Color in the atoms of which the tree is
Composed, or in those vibrations
Shape, size, color, touch and the
Like are simply the names
We call our sensations
And no amount of study can ever bring
The notion of beauty to the tree
When I don't know how
Help me embrace the mystery
Will you come home? This tree house
Won't be that without you
For that black abyss to swell and
Spit out your letters, my heart rises and
Falls with the water, and sometimes
I just wish it would swallow me heaven:
The expanse above the tide rising
And beneath the rain falling i swear
Sometimes breathing feels just like drowning
Stuck here in between
But when your bottles float in, there is
Nothing as beautiful as their dim glow
And my heart longs after
Them their colors catch my eye
Dank bourbon or molded green protecting
White sheets painted with
Calligraphic handwriting
Tainted with damp expressions
Of the bottle's history
But purely you purely you
I've been thinking about just
What "beauty" is
But no amount of thinking has
Added beauty to it
All I know is that it points beyond it'self
Like I long beyond your love notes
Like I long for you
I've seen the entire spectrum refracting off
The ripples beneath my bare
Feet from the edge of this
Weathered dock, and thought God
There's got to be more than this
I have no idea what to believe
But beauty pulls me
Beyond myself like I don't
Even have a choice
So I know I don't believe in nothing
Where, my love
Does the beauty inside of a tree
Reside, made up of atoms
Identical and colorless, where the light
Of the sun merely vibrates in
Waves toward our eyes, striking
Tissues and moving along nerves
Like a telephone wire, to
Their endings
Like telephones? I do not know
There is no actual
Color in the atoms of which the tree is
Composed, or in those vibrations
Shape, size, color, touch and the
Like are simply the names
We call our sensations
And no amount of study can ever bring
The notion of beauty to the tree
When I don't know how
Help me embrace the mystery
Will you come home? This tree house
Won't be that without you