The Deer — Confetti to the Hurricane

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I’m on holiday from the things that’re bringing me down
I pass them on the way back up again
Feel my feet leaving late off the ground
She was on the back porch yelling out orders

Didn’t realize wasn’t getting any younger
I was in the backseat forgetting all about her
Heard a little voice, I was wanted by the water
I had built a vessel by the time she caught me missing

And I fastened to it everything I’m counting as a blessing
I was leaving shore as she rounded out the clearing
Wailing like a siren, I was far beyond her hearing
She was up a tree with confetti to the hurricane

Vocal cords ringing a machete through the sugar cane
She was turning red and the river running redder
I was waning edges like the ending of a letter
I’m on holiday, recurring themes that’re taking me down

Expound ’em on the way back up again
See the street fading into the town
And signs do pull, and sounds do push
She was up a tree with confetti to the hurricane

Vocal cords ringing a machete through the sugar cane
She was turning red and the river running redder
I was waning edges like the ending of a letter
And signs do pull, and sounds do push

The impossible, the possible
And signs do pull, and sounds do push
The impossible, the possible
And signs do pull, and sounds do push
The impossible, the possible
And signs do pull