Odes to Joy

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
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