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​Cherry-Pick

This song is by Brooke Waggoner and appears on the album Sweven (2016).

Can you hear it?
The soft sound of aging
The watch tower growing watch-less
The cautious losing conscience

In that summer's eve, in the dryness of the mountain
Beams of sunshine whispered at my back and became my captain

So I became a slave to the one that uplifts and left me cartwheeling

Do you know it?
Do you know the meek ways we have bathing?
The must for hibernating?
The need for book-casing?

I feel I'm getting better, I feel it in my bones
Inside my body and underneath my clothes
I'm holding out for something, I know nothing of what it is
And I'm waste-deep in the middle of a mess

Like a splinter that's been lodged inside
Burying all the cold from seasons past