Promise Is a Pendulum

I could never build the ether, or the grass overgrown

I could never build the river with a mouth full of foam

I could never build the winter with her cold tears of glitter

I've been listening to the red oak, there the acorn, she cries

Been listening to the white birch, and the paper she dries

I've been listening to the frog's joke, listening to the fire smoke

I could nеver tell you now what I had often said bеfore

Because promise is a pendulum, just swinging at the door

And I'm not saying I'm not jealous, or scared anymore

I'm just saying

I could never build a rainbow, or any kind of flower

I could never make a sparrow, or a meteor shower

I could never build an earthworm, could never make the earth turn

I've been listening to the laughing of the fox down the trail

I've been clasping to the listening of the moss to the snail

The shimmer of the beech leaves, as the wind does a big sneeze

I could never tell you now what I had often said before

Because promise is a pendulum, just swinging at the door

I'm not saying I'm not jealous, or scared anymore

I'm just saying

I could never build the shadow between your cheek and your eye

I could never make a freckle or the warm breath you sigh

And the canopy of lashes with the softness of ashes

I've been listening to the memory, the way that it was

Listening to the echo of whys and because

Listening to the echo, telling me to let go

I could never tell you now what I had often said before

Because promise is a pendulum, just hanging at the door

I'm not saying I'm not jealous, or scared anymore

I'm just saying

Saying