Tarot · Track 46 · middle
Page of Cups
RWS: a young page in a flowered blue tunic standing by the sea, holding up a cup with a fish leaning out of it and looking him in the eye. Keywords: a surprising feeling, imagination, tender news, taking the strange offer seriously.
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Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] I walked down to the shoreline in my blue floral coat To watch the morning unravel underneath the dock. The wet sand is pulling backward, it’s 6:14 AM. I'm holding onto this heavy glass by the stem. I just wanted some quiet, condensation on my hand, Watching the gray water swallow the sand. [Chorus] But there’s a silver fish in the bottom of my cup. I tipped the rim to drink, and he was looking up. He didn't ask for the ocean, he didn't need the stream, He just brought me a message from the middle of a dream. I know it’s ridiculous to listen to the brim. But I’m taking it seriously. I’m listening to him. [Verse 2] I know how the brain works, it builds a face from a blur, It manufactures a sign from whatever things were. But he is leaning right over the thick crystal edge, Balancing his weight upon the ledge. Telling me to soften, telling me to fold, Saying there is warmth out in the coastal cold. I've got lilies on my sleeve, getting damp in the spray. I didn't plan on feeling quite this open today. [Chorus] But there’s a silver fish in the bottom of my cup. I tipped the rim to drink, and he was looking up. He didn't ask for the ocean, he didn't need the stream, He just brought me a message from the middle of a dream. I know it’s ridiculous to listen to the brim. But I’m taking it seriously. I’m listening to him. [Bridge] Do you pour it out? Do you set him free? This sudden little tenderness looking back at me. He’s completely out of water, he’s totally out of place. I trace the little scales, he’s studying my face. It’s a very small container for a very large grace. And he doesn't blink. [Chorus] Yeah, there’s a silver fish in the bottom of my cup. I tipped the water back, and he was looking up. He didn't ask for the ocean, he didn't need the stream, He just brought me a message from the middle of a dream. I know it’s ridiculous to listen to the brim. But I’m taking it seriously. [Outro] I'm standing on the wet sand. Holding my own heart in my hand. Blue flowers on the cotton. Something I had forgotten. Just looking at the water. Just looking at the cup.