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Lost In The Trees - A Church That Fits Our Needs Red

Contributors

  • ISRC:USEP41135003
  • Recorded:2011 North Carolina
  •  ©2012 Anti, Inc.
  • Vocals, Guitars, Harp, Percussion, Piano, Baritone:Ari Picker
  • Cello:Andrew Anagnost
  • Vocals, Horn, Trumpet, Piano, Harp, Bells:Emma Nadeau
  • Violin:Jenavieve Varga
  • Cello:Leah Gibson
  • Tuba, Bass, Piano, Harp, Bells:Mark Daumen

Lyrics

Brittle little bird

Spread your dark and golden wings

Unstitched all my books

When did I stop learning?

Such a powerful song

I heard you weep it through the walls

As scarlet fever glows

So do the golden hands of god

Color for my eyes

A beautiful garden blooms

My dearest one

Your love carried me through today

I'll give you the moon

Dearest one

Your love carried me through today

Am I going to have twins?

I can feel them kicking

Don't leave the water too soon

Don't bless us too soon

There is no violence here that I would run from

You're nothing, you meant nothing at all

There is no harpy here that I would run from

Nothing is over, said, or done.