Tarot · Track 49 · middle
King of Cups
RWS: a king on a stone throne floating on a rough sea, a cup in one hand and a short scepter in the other, a fish leaping on one side and a ship riding the swell on the other. Keywords: feeling mastered without being killed, calm held in rough water, kindness that carries authority.
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Lyrics
It's pouring. The microwave clock flashes 02:18 I'm pacing the kitchen, tearing the seam Spilling my panic all over the floor While the rain tries to batter the patio door And you’re just sitting at the granite island Heavy and gray as a monument stone Letting me thrash in the deep end alone But making sure I don't go under. You've got that look like you've seen this before. You hold the cup, but you don't spill a drop You let the wind howl, you don't ask it to stop A glass in your left hand, a spoon in your right Watching my little ship ride out the night You don't build a dam, you don't drain out the sea You just sit in the center and listen to me. I knock off a coaster, it flips like a fish Jumping the current, a desperate wish My brain wants a pattern in the water I spilled But you know a feeling doesn't have to be killed Just to make a room safe. You nod and you sip from the rim of the glass Waiting for the worst of the weather to pass Not bracing for impact, just breathing. A quiet authority holding the space. You hold the cup, but you don't spill a drop You let the wind howl, you don't ask it to stop A glass in your left hand, a spoon in your right Watching my little ship ride out the night You don't build a dam, you don't drain out the sea You just sit in the center and listen to me. Other men run when the water gets high Or they try to fix it, try to make it run dry They hand you a towel, they tally mistakes They panic the second the levee breaks But your kindness is quiet, it carries a weight It says, go ahead, flood. I'm willing to wait. The tide always turns in the end. So I sit down beside you, exhausted and cold The swell starts to settle, the story gets told You push the glass toward me, steady and slow The water is dark... But we float. Yeah, we float. Just ride out the swell.