From the recording In the Wake

Lyrics

Pour out the wine, from the challis of the graced
Pressed so hard up to love, we’ve missed the softness of the space.
I know my calloused hands swept cruel across your face.
Whatever once was beautiful got lost in our embrace…

CHORUS:
Countless raw emotions, in isolated jars
In a foreign constellation, light years from our stars
The sad azure sky, the crest-fallen snow,
And the sunburst of beating hearts glow…

If I fill up your wanting cup, with apologies and tears
Will your sorrow runneth over into the vagueness of the years
Into the cornucopia of the loving and the loved
Where trembling hands find stillness in the tender and the doved.

CHORUS:
Countless raw emotions, in isolated jars
In a foreign constellation, light years from our stars
The sad azure sky, the crestfallen snow
And the sunburst of beating hearts glow…

If I hold up this mirror, will I see what I reflect?
Or just someone else’s vision of who I wish I could forget
Inside the cornucopia and the challis of the graced,
Pressed so hard up to love I’ve missed the softness of the space.