Could have been an evergreen
So full of promise
Flower in the winter
Gone before the crocuses
Growing at a future
Smelling like a summer
Withered out from under me
Leaving just an empty bed.
Wake me in the springtime
I'm sick of waiting
Itchy feet and hangups
I'm suffocating
Everything is too good
I'm gonna wreck it
Gonna make it gonna make it gonna make it gonna make it
Cold little hands, heavy eyelids
Drooping slowly
Dim in the December glow
The shift and blink of
Lights, yellow, blue
Red like months in
Sequence always
Right in their place
In their rhythm
Please, don't stop it.
Funny how I'm in love
As soon as you're not
Blow another phone call
Playing "guess what":
Guess what I'm thinking
Guess what we're doing here
Guess what? It's over
Happy fucking New Year
Could have been an evergreen
So full of promise
Flower in the winter
Gone before the crocuses
Growing at a future
Smelling like a summer
Withered out from under me
Leaving just an empty bed.
Cold little hands, heavy eyelids
Drooping slowly
Dimming the December glow
The shift and blink of
Nine months gone by
I don't even know you now
June and July
Could have been
All ours
But somehow
It's halfway through September.
credits
from Song Foundry 3-Pack #003,
released May 18, 2021
Produced by Jed Davis
Music and lyrics by Jed Davis, published by Eschatonality/ASCAP
Jed Davis: vocals, synth, percussion
Angel Marcloid: guitars
Tony Levin: Chapman Stick
Chris Barber: drums
Gabriele Balsamo: marimba
Ayran Nicodemo: violins
Joe Zeitlin: cello
Engineered by Jed Davis at Pile of Sound
Additional recording by musiversal
Mixed by Martin Merenyi
Mastered by Chris Hanzsek