Tarot · Track 23 · middle
Two of Wands
RWS: a man on his own castle rampart holding a small globe, one wand fixed to the wall beside him and one in his hand, looking out over the harbour and the grey sea. Keywords: planning, the wider world, restlessness inside the thing you already won, deciding to leave.
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Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] Forty-two stone steps up to this parapet. The mortar is dry and the iron is set. I bolted the first heavy staff to the stone, Right by the lilies I planted at home. I paid for the roof. I carry the keys. So why am I tracking the outgoing breeze? [Chorus] I've got a painted globe resting right in my palm, A little brass sphere where the oceans are calm. [Backing choir] (He holds the world) I won the high ground, I conquered the dirt, But the grey sea is rolling, and standing here hurts. I'm standing so perfectly still. [Verse 2] My right hand is gripping the second tall stave. I tap the wood down with the crash of the bay. My brain finds a pattern in the foam and the break, Tracing a route I am aching to take. Nine heavy crates of the indigo dye, Loaded on ships right in front of my eye. It's a very nice wall. It's a beautiful yard. But I'm looking a little too far. [Chorus] I've got a painted globe resting right in my palm, A little brass sphere where the oceans are calm. [Backing choir] (He holds the world) I won the high ground, I conquered the dirt, But the grey sea is rolling, and standing here hurts. I'm standing so perfectly still. [Bridge] Why build a fortress just to stare at the gate? Why buy the mountain to look at the lake? The iron ring holds, the masonry dries, But the horizon line pulls at my mind. I paid off the loan, I finished the fight, And I'm leaving it all here tonight. [Outro] One staff bolted tight to the wall. One staff in my grip for the walk. A painted brass globe left behind on the brick. The tide's pulling out, and it's pulling out quick. I'm standing so perfectly still... But my boots are already down the hill.