"If You Be The Universe (Harp Visions)" lyrics
(feat. Lara Somogyi)
If you be the universe
Your skin recalls a delicate mamma
Upon the [?]
Kicking up dust on the savannas
Their names, cream as a coffee [?] on Sunday
Your lashes, long wings dripping
Lazy, singing nocturnes through space
The dark purple promises lays with cosmic tones
The magic black of their fairy bodies encased in a glass box
If you be the universe
Your smile will be a horizon
Opening wide, stretching a peach ice-cream Sunday across the sky
Bold and [?], dripping across the tips of waves
Under which all [?] happy days
And driving bodies floating in and out of the projected years
If you be the universe
Your cries will mimic a century of pain
The voice of whales and [?]
The halos of woman angels, witches, and dreamers
Their hearts are breaking in one glass [?]
All fragments of history, layers upon layers of loss
Like fossil shells in the palm of your hand
Turned over, [?], marved, over the cliff
If you be the universe
Your name will resound with the ages
The only female arcle at the temple of Apollo
From you would beam a channel to the Gods
A vortex of intuition, the gates in which would be [?] with sailing ships and grandmother's meaty arms
High-sensed magnolias and bowls of milk and honey
[?] petals falling
And hummingbirds buzzing at your
Saltwater creatures and circus acrobats
All waiting at the bridge of you becoming
Of you becoming a soul in a body
A body in the light, embodied child of the universe
Delphi
Your skin recalls a delicate mamma
Upon the [?]
Kicking up dust on the savannas
Their names, cream as a coffee [?] on Sunday
Your lashes, long wings dripping
Lazy, singing nocturnes through space
The dark purple promises lays with cosmic tones
The magic black of their fairy bodies encased in a glass box
If you be the universe
Your smile will be a horizon
Opening wide, stretching a peach ice-cream Sunday across the sky
Bold and [?], dripping across the tips of waves
Under which all [?] happy days
And driving bodies floating in and out of the projected years
If you be the universe
Your cries will mimic a century of pain
The voice of whales and [?]
The halos of woman angels, witches, and dreamers
Their hearts are breaking in one glass [?]
All fragments of history, layers upon layers of loss
Like fossil shells in the palm of your hand
Turned over, [?], marved, over the cliff
If you be the universe
Your name will resound with the ages
The only female arcle at the temple of Apollo
From you would beam a channel to the Gods
A vortex of intuition, the gates in which would be [?] with sailing ships and grandmother's meaty arms
High-sensed magnolias and bowls of milk and honey
[?] petals falling
And hummingbirds buzzing at your
Saltwater creatures and circus acrobats
All waiting at the bridge of you becoming
Of you becoming a soul in a body
A body in the light, embodied child of the universe
Delphi
