Artificial flowers
Waking to a windswept virgin beach
Taking kodachromes of lightning storms
And my love picking a peach
Neither concrete or absurd
I'm one of many birds coasting together
In this murmuration, all these dreams
Drive the currents of the air
Never met a-one like you
Never met a-one like you, honey, honey
Never met a-one like you
Never met a one like you, honey, honey
Whole world in a china cup
Do anything that you think of
Call each thing by its right name
So distinct and just the same
Road is marked by hoof and thorn
Names of dead and to be born
My cloth is woven into yours
Paves the way along the floor
♪
Pinhole visions of this breadth
Panoramas two-thirds sky and one-third land
All the trees carve shards of light
Moved by love instead of spite
Never met a-one like you
Never met a-one like you, honey, honey
Never met a-one like you
Never met a-one like you, honey, honey
Whole world in a china cup
Do anything that you think of
Call each thing by its right name
So distinct and just the same
Road is marked by hoof and thorn
Names of dead and to be born
My cloth is woven into yours
Paves the way along the floor
Whole world in a china cup
Do anything that you think of
Call each thing by its right name
So distinct and just the same
Road is marked by hoof and thorn
Names of dead and to be born
My cloth is woven into yours
Paves the way along the floor
♪
Oh, to be more than a whisper in the brush
They will know where they reside, the land she shook
Oh, to be more than a whisper in the brush
They will know where they reside, the land she shook
Oh, to be more than a whisper in the brush
They will know where they reside, the land she shook