The Fool

Lyrics

The sun is a drumbeat on the back of my neck,
Heating the gold in the dust of my hair.
I’m carrying nothing but luck and a feather,
Walking right out of the architecture.
A little white dog snapping right at my heel,
Barking to warn me, barking to tether,
But the sky is too wide to be checking the real.

So I put one foot over the edge of the earth,
Holding a white rose, completely unfurled.
Gravity hasn't quite noticed me yet,
It’s the beautiful second before the regret,
Or the beautiful second I learn how to fly.
Look at the drop. Look at the sky.

Seventeen stitches in the bag on a stick,
Holding whatever a phantom might keep.
My brain draws a bridge where the granite runs out,
A pattern-machine that is eager to leap.
The jagged gray rocks at the bottom look soft,
I’m trusting the empty, I’m trusting the draft.

Cause I put one foot over the edge of the earth,
Holding a white rose, completely unfurled.
Gravity hasn't quite noticed me yet,
It’s the beautiful second before the regret,
Or the beautiful second I learn how to fly.
Look at the drop. Look at the sky.

Don't pull me back by the sleeve of my coat,
The wind has a secret it shoved in my throat.
I step on the nothing, the absolute space,
With a terrible, radiant smile on my...

Cause I put one foot over the edge of the earth,
Holding a white rose, completely unfurled.
Gravity hasn't quite noticed me yet,
It’s the beautiful second before the regret,
Or the beautiful second I learn how to fly.
Look at the drop. Look at the sky.

Just one more inch.
Suspended right here in the glare of the light.
The foot is still falling.
The rose is so white.
Look at the drop.
Look at the sky.