Levi The Poet - Chapter Two: Tombstone Love Note lyrics
[Levi The Poet - Chapter Two: Tombstone Love Note lyrics]
My everything, I found your letter
Inside of a bottle
And didn't know what to say
It was broken further down the cove, ink
Spilt hallowed but such a shallow grave
Read your poem like it was life in it'self
Starved for hope like the
Waters were too hard
To navigate, but it figures that if I
Was going to build us a home
Well then your heart would find it's way
It smelt of sea salt and your father's
Favorite poison i'll never forget that day
College-ruled lines clouded by the liquor
Like a water-color
Painting that had absorbed the
Spectrum with blue, and hues thereof
(or like a piece of bread to absorb
The damage) that bottle of Seagrams
Shattered against a seashell and rewrote the
Story that it would tell to
Any little girl who might pick
Up that whitewashed tomb, expecting to hear
The ocean, listening for the crescendo and
The crash, when at last
She'll hear the echoes of your whispers:
"These bottles will carry my heart home
And the currents will be kind
And my lover's letters will
Return to me, and our children will grow to
Find that all is not for naught
And though all is
Not yet healed, their parents, they
Worked hard for it
And the storms honored their
Appeals to see that
Though my father's drowning, his bottles
Float above the waves
And though I used to dread the water
It's waves will be faithful
To crash every day
(until at last, I see your face) "
Things aren't the same
I've been picking up splinters of lumber for
The floorboards and wondering about all
Our splintered promises, like even though we
Didn't have control over their breaking
Oaths like those don't account for much
I loved the beach for the way the breath
Of God rose out of the deep
And I hated the sand but
I'd tolerate it to hold
Your hand and watch the sun
Sink into the sea, feet buried just
Beneath the surface, molten love buried just
Beneath the surface, erupting, volcanic
Unable to keep beneath the
Surface that broke like our parents' dormant
Surface level crater of a marriage that
Looks more like a coffin
Every time I read the note that I stole out
Of my father's casket before it closed he
Wrote it about my mother a
Woman I never met, but it made
Me feel like I knew her
And this is what it said:
Inside of a bottle
And didn't know what to say
It was broken further down the cove, ink
Spilt hallowed but such a shallow grave
Read your poem like it was life in it'self
Starved for hope like the
Waters were too hard
To navigate, but it figures that if I
Was going to build us a home
Well then your heart would find it's way
It smelt of sea salt and your father's
Favorite poison i'll never forget that day
College-ruled lines clouded by the liquor
Like a water-color
Painting that had absorbed the
Spectrum with blue, and hues thereof
(or like a piece of bread to absorb
The damage) that bottle of Seagrams
Shattered against a seashell and rewrote the
Story that it would tell to
Any little girl who might pick
Up that whitewashed tomb, expecting to hear
The ocean, listening for the crescendo and
The crash, when at last
She'll hear the echoes of your whispers:
"These bottles will carry my heart home
And the currents will be kind
And my lover's letters will
Return to me, and our children will grow to
Find that all is not for naught
And though all is
Not yet healed, their parents, they
Worked hard for it
And the storms honored their
Appeals to see that
Though my father's drowning, his bottles
Float above the waves
And though I used to dread the water
It's waves will be faithful
To crash every day
(until at last, I see your face) "
Things aren't the same
I've been picking up splinters of lumber for
The floorboards and wondering about all
Our splintered promises, like even though we
Didn't have control over their breaking
Oaths like those don't account for much
I loved the beach for the way the breath
Of God rose out of the deep
And I hated the sand but
I'd tolerate it to hold
Your hand and watch the sun
Sink into the sea, feet buried just
Beneath the surface, molten love buried just
Beneath the surface, erupting, volcanic
Unable to keep beneath the
Surface that broke like our parents' dormant
Surface level crater of a marriage that
Looks more like a coffin
Every time I read the note that I stole out
Of my father's casket before it closed he
Wrote it about my mother a
Woman I never met, but it made
Me feel like I knew her
And this is what it said: