The lilac haze of the hill
Is married to mist and winter chill
Sometimes the weight of what's unseen
Reminds me of being sixteen

So tell me of all your plans
Ooh la roux in sun on desert land

The vintrails
The blackbird mourns
The hopes of children yet 'til be born

The myths I make in my head
Are light as pollen and dark as dread
I rejoice in commonplace
The humble act
The low case

The lilac haze of the hill
Is married to mist and winter chill
Sometimes the weight of where I've been
Compels me on to the unseen