MIX: after the storm // the dark is rising // jane drew & will stanton
after the storm
a jane drew & will stanton fst.
this is set in the same universe as all over these eyes a storm is rolling over; essentially, it is a universe post-silver on the tree where jane remembers her childhood, but she and will are the only ones, and find themselves in each other.
the water.
now the land that i knew is a dream
and the line on the distance grows faint
so wide is my river
the horizon a sliver
the artist has run out of paint
lark.
what is it that drives the driven snow now?
upon whose temples will i rest my weary hopes now?
the rain distills down steeples, fills the ears of lonely church mice with the
heartbeat of a lark or a lark in my heartbeat
drought.
summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall
wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all
how sweet is the day
i'm craving a darkness
as i sit tucked away with my back to the wall
the shore.
there's no one who will take me by that shore
but the waves rushing out the waves rushing out on your shoulders
but if i'm awake this time, this time i'll know
all over your isle the storm is nearly over nearly over
but you can't take away the divine, my dear
after the storm.
and i took you by the hand
and we stood tall,
and remembered our own land,
what we lived for.
sunlight.
underneath the lilac tree
i'll close my eyes and suddenly
i'm ten years old and running through
open field, chasing after you
rocks and daggers.
i love the way that you're always surprised
oh, to find truth in all my lies
'cause you trust me and ignore my disguise
bullets.
you split the secret up six ways
but it won't make it any easier to see
and now we don't remember
goodbye england (covered in snow).
i will come back here,
bring me back when i'm old.
i want to lay here forever in the cold.
i might be cold but i'm just skin and bones
and i never love england more than when covered in snow
we are only getting better.
this time, you gotta make up your mind
this life's worth living.
get up, we got a ways to go.
zip.
a jane drew & will stanton fst.
this is set in the same universe as all over these eyes a storm is rolling over; essentially, it is a universe post-silver on the tree where jane remembers her childhood, but she and will are the only ones, and find themselves in each other.
the water.
now the land that i knew is a dream
and the line on the distance grows faint
so wide is my river
the horizon a sliver
the artist has run out of paint
lark.
what is it that drives the driven snow now?
upon whose temples will i rest my weary hopes now?
the rain distills down steeples, fills the ears of lonely church mice with the
heartbeat of a lark or a lark in my heartbeat
drought.
summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall
wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all
how sweet is the day
i'm craving a darkness
as i sit tucked away with my back to the wall
the shore.
there's no one who will take me by that shore
but the waves rushing out the waves rushing out on your shoulders
but if i'm awake this time, this time i'll know
all over your isle the storm is nearly over nearly over
but you can't take away the divine, my dear
after the storm.
and i took you by the hand
and we stood tall,
and remembered our own land,
what we lived for.
sunlight.
underneath the lilac tree
i'll close my eyes and suddenly
i'm ten years old and running through
open field, chasing after you
rocks and daggers.
i love the way that you're always surprised
oh, to find truth in all my lies
'cause you trust me and ignore my disguise
bullets.
you split the secret up six ways
but it won't make it any easier to see
and now we don't remember
goodbye england (covered in snow).
i will come back here,
bring me back when i'm old.
i want to lay here forever in the cold.
i might be cold but i'm just skin and bones
and i never love england more than when covered in snow
we are only getting better.
this time, you gotta make up your mind
this life's worth living.
get up, we got a ways to go.
zip.