Stay from Skybound by Octavia McAloon

All my years, I was never waiting
for the fates to mark my season with some predetermined Eden,
Did the work that made me strong, and I never worried long about love.

I would never think of looking to a stranger and I know I shouldn’t trust
Someone foreign to our custom, but you spoke so tenderly
And your eyes gave way to secrets I believe.

Now I see the outline of a story fit for skies above,
The fruit borne of the vine, a glance that questions time.

You stumbled in and I forgot all hesitation, when I’m normally so cautious,
For every hope, a second thought, it’s just that it came so easily,
Falling deeply before knowing I was caught.

Now I see the outline of a story fit for skies above,
The fruit borne of the vine, a glance that questions time.

I know it isn’t safe, and these words I shouldn’t say, but I want you
To stay.

• Folk
• atmospheric
• dream folk
• singer songwriter
• Seattle