Bird + Cat from Growing Flowers by Lily Desmond

Tuesday at the end of the millennium and I don’t know what to do with myself
She lounges like a cat in the summer sun, glowing after the biggest solstice moon
It was so bright you could still see it in her eyes, if she’d ever open them or take off her shades
And when she speaks oh it’s all happiness and big skies and when she dreams oh it is Christmas on Mayday

Fingers finding more ways to float away, drinking up the glass’s advice
And when the watchband no longer seems to fit right, feather off and whisk the time away
Feather off, feather out, feather light me up – I can see you launching from the fire escape
And when you say you’re going it’s just a big show and when you leave the sunflowers never
Turn back
Turn back
Turn back
Let me grasp

‘Cause she says “he’s still incense curlin’ through my fingers, he’s still nonsense falling off my tongue
“He’s swoopin’ round and I’m stuck on this prairie and
“Has he ever really sung about me?”

Oh I have

(Have you every really sung about me?)

• Art pop
• Experimental
• block party
• brooklyn
• folk
• indie
• relationships
• singer-songwriter
• summer
• violin
• New York