C. E. Foster - Schrödinger (Poet's Eyes) Lyrics

Sometimes I find myself just staring at your hands
And I start to think about all the lands
That they would've cultivated hard before the era of smoke and char and
How the earth'd be etched across your palm
And I just stare down the lines in your face
How they would be filled or yet erased
Had you been born to high society with only gold, no memory of
A life of joy before this careful calm

But I'm glad your hands are soft
And I'm glad your face is lined
I hope this don't come off the slightest bit unkind

You'll never hear me say it out loud
Because silence was something that I vowed
To myself, but not no holy sky
Now something about your poet's eyes makes me feel like my feet lift off the ground

I can't help but just love on your smile
How it would throw a kind word for a mile
And how I would be content just seeing it once underneath a streetlight lit and
Know that you'd been happy for a while
And it's such an easy distraction to think about the curve in your nose
How it would feel beneath my fingertips while you recite to me the myths of
Some past year's Laurel canyon rose

But I'm glad you smile so bright And I'm glad your nose is curved I know all this might, might be undeserved

You still won't hear me say it out loud
And you know I'll always keep my old vow
But now I'm praying up to holy skies
Because something about your poet's eyes is
So sweet it makes my heart start to pound

I know I'll wake up soon
And I'll pull back the curtain
Where your portrait stands decayed
Only then will I be certain

Fine

You'll only hear me say this out now
But your breath is my favorite sound
I want to know what color you see the sky
I want to wipe tears from your poet's eyes
God,
Hope I never say this to a crowd.