Chosen Light

Be a herald,

wilt and rescind.

Or am I not to be,

what is beloved?

Inside your drabs,

all silk and stain,

Should pinions bloom?

Could they bloom into a majesty?

I wish it were (I wish it were)

if it would be (if it could be)

Who would I be (who could I be)

if you embraced me?

If like a lyre,

you did touch me.

Sweet as a river’s sound

blights in my stream

My muted, brittle strings

They break and hollow me

Sugary eulogy

Oh, of who it could be,

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

This fleeting brood of me and you,

These streams of us that split in two,

that rise and fall and fall and fall and fall

I wish it were,

If it could be,

Who would I be,

If you embraced me?

If like a lyre,

you did touch me,

Sweet as a river’s sound

blights in my stream

My muted, brittle strings

They break and hollow me

Sugary eulogy

Oh, of who it could be,

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah