Tarot · Track 6 · middle
The Lovers
RWS: a naked man and woman beneath a great angel, a tree of flames behind him, a tree with a serpent behind her, the sun above. Keywords: union, love, the meaningful choice, values aligning, the fork you cannot un-take.
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Lyrics
[Intro] The sun is pinned to the absolute top of the sky No shadows left to hide in [Verse 1] I am standing bare on the breathing dirt Looking straight across at you There are twelve flames flickering on the bark behind my right shoulder But I don't feel the heat, I just feel the pull The mountain rising up between us in the blue You are looking up at the purple wings breaking the clouds And I am only looking at you [Chorus] This is the step we cannot take back The garden gate closing on the alternative track Every other future drops dead in the grass So we can walk into this one It is a terrifying kind of grace To pick one hand, to pick one face And let the rest just pass [Verse 2] There is a serpent coiled in the fruit behind your spine It isn't a warning, it's just the weight of the day Our nervous systems firing, desperate to make the pattern align To know we are throwing the right things away I see the apple, I see the scale I feel the wind pick up the scent of the rain [Chorus] This is the step we cannot take back The garden gate closing on the alternative track Every other future drops dead in the grass So we can walk into this one It is a terrifying kind of grace To pick one hand, to pick one face And let the rest just pass [Bridge] We could stay separate, we could stay safe Keep all the doors open, keep out of the light But the angel's hands are raised in the gold Blessing the loss of who we were last night We lose the quiet to gain the storm Naked and shivering, keeping each other warm [Chorus] This is the step we cannot take back The garden gate closing on the alternative track Every other future drops dead in the grass So we can walk into this one It is a terrifying kind of grace To pick one hand, to pick one face And let the rest just pass [Outro] I look at you You look at the wings And I guess that is how we will navigate the blinding glare The flames keep burning We step out of the garden