Sweet & Bitter Lyrics - Fields - Junip

Running up the hill with a new lit love 

Pass a silver lining and then a white dove 

Caught up in first names, all colors but blue 

Mirrors right and left, unambiguous clues 

Surrounding everything a thin white smoke 

Rings of ornaments, out of leaves and fine strokes 

Helplessly engaged in a game with no end 

Sweet and bitter taste webs following a trend 

Sweet and bitter taste 

Immediate and steep lifted crossing roads 

Repetition will displace all eventual codes 

Converging heavily to a systems offshoot 

Unfold into a tree redirected hard root