Paint Or Pollen Lyrics - 3 Rounds & A Sound - Blind Pilot

Don't move an inch 

Listen for a singing 

Hitting in your bones like they were forts 

If you hear what I hear 

Don't just sit there 

We are only strumming water 

On this most unlikely court 

You got blown shore to shore 

Not quite sailing 

Riding on the trade winds of age 

Things blow in 

Don't just cast them 

Say it now, what you want to stay 

I was once on a long boat 

Star mapping the night roots 

Lightening the load 

Just in case 

But things float in to be taken 

If you don't know by now what will stay 

So don't move an inch 

Don't move a single second 

Until the shade behind your thoughts is not confused 

Because I felt your inch 

I know the scent as well as any 

Clot in your guard 

And all paints or pollen 

Brick in your mortar 

Petals to soaking 

On the cracks 

Thicker or finer 

Milk in your water 

Black in your primer 

Wood in your brush 

Now I am your cloth 

Whatever you want 

The best is upon us 

It's a finicky muse 

With only potential 

To choose 

To choose