Indica
Scissor Paper Rock
I’m river and I’m stone, I shiver but I know I’m young but oh, so old
Played scissor, paper, rock
I’d run 'til I was caught
Games end but nothing stops
The rocks will turn to dust, the scissor starts to rust, the ink will fade with us
A lily builds a home, it grows inside my bones, been there since I was born

You can brood by a brook and whisper to water
Don’t worry, the dawn will dry your tears
See the daylight as it flows, it fills the holes, and souls grow whole
You can moan to the moon, you can swoon in the sunset
Don’t hurry, your world won’t disappear
See the waves that drape the shore, they fill the holes, and souls grow whole and old

I’m drifting towards the end, the sand keeps closing in
But water turns the bend
The trees reach for the sky, the roots begin to dry, a nest becomes a shrine

You can brood by a brook and whisper to water
Don’t worry, the dawn will dry your tears
See the daylight as it flows, it fills the holes, and souls grow whole
You can moan to the moon, you can swoon in the sunset
Don’t hurry, your world won’t disappear
See the waves that drape the shore, they fill the holes, and souls grow whole and old

You can brood by a brook and whisper to water
Don’t worry, the dawn will dry your tears
See the daylight as it flows, it fills the holes, and souls grow whole
You can moan to the moon, you can swoon in the sunset
Don’t hurry, your world won’t disappear
See the waves that drape the shore, they fill the holes, and souls grow whole and old