House of the Lynx
| Title | House of the Lynx |
|---|---|
| Artist | Picnic Lightning |
| Album | Picnic Lightning |
| Release Date | 2016-09-02 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | I have plans I am not an empty man I walk the path as it appears With that soft crunch of earth Under my feet I feel clean When she speaks A large wet stop under a tree In the summer heat it calls to me With a savage roar An open door An empty seat A glimpse at me A new perfect plane Where I create A black hole to a better soul I let every leaf appear to think And share their names And every pain Through the forest floor to a small clearing In the cool grass the tables set Over every tool For mage and fool Dusk’s sunlight winks Walk with the lynx A too long ladder With which to create Two golden bowls To cleanse and to paint infinity Over cats eyes In one slow effortless streak When the colors streak And the angels tweak When black-tipped ears and reflective eyes Fill your vision Consume your skies It’s another truth In a well-lit roomYou might also like |