Music: Chris Morrissey
Time and place is written on their faces
Queen Anne's lace is white as all these empty pages
Write my mother write my father
Ink as black as the open water
Where I float on my back, and the lines that I write keep getting longer
Sign my name in every corner of the frame
Every last long blade is green from all the rain
Slow down summer, I love her
It's over now, we're under the tree
And it's yellowing like butter
She's autumn leaves to me
Shimmering canopy
A melody in mildest key
Press my hands into the bed to lift my head
Oh, it got cold again
Outside the sky is a line of red
Slow down morning, you were born
And in a hurry ever since
Well, it's hard to pay attention
And you're easy to miss
But you're there for me
You make prisms of the frozen weeds
You make rainbows on ice sheets
But it's hard to see