The Eye - Waxahatchee

I leave my home, desolate but not alone

I have a gift, I’ve been told, for seeing what’s there

And I will chase all the rain, put it down, call it paint

To possess something arcane, oh it’s a heavy weight

We leave love behind

Without a tear or a long goodbye

And as we wait for lightning to strike

We are enthralled by the calling of the eye

Oh and one of these days you’ll call up

You’ll give me something beautiful to think and sing and follow

Our feet don’t ever touch the ground

Run ourselves ragged town to town

Chasing uncertainty around, a siren sound

Oh and you watch me like I’m a jet stream

A scientific cryptogram lit up behind the sunbeam

You paint my body like a rose

A depth of beauty in repose

A complicated love you chose

Where love will land nobody knows

We both dig a grave

To immortalize all the shortest waves

We can try to let stillness be

But if I spin off will you rescue me?

Or will I beg you to set me free?

I think what’s wild might be meant to be

You and me

We leave love behind

Without a tear or a long goodbye

And as we wait for lightning to strike

We are enthralled by the calling of the eye

We come running, we always abide

Powerless against the calling of the eye