Picture Window

Big sound in the clearing Spin me into something Reaching with her right hand My elbow Big house in the clearing Push me toward the feeling Near the crossing Sleight of hand bent my shadow Summer comes Sister in her prairie dress Snaking through the branches It's like a picture, I think One where we're untouched by the future I think of us as something like A microscope Tight rope Frantic pollen scatter It paints you lovely pattern And curves along the pavement Forms a giant mouth and sings this song to you Hope I get the notes right soon Summer comes Sister in her prairie dress Snaking through the branches It's like a picture, I think One where we're untouched by the future I think of us as something like Frantic pollen scatter It paints you lovely pattern And curves along the pavement Forms a giant mouth and sings this song to you Hope I get the notes right