The Fountain - Future Islands
He sits low
In a shady grove
Where the trees arc slow
In the shape of you know
Marble stairwells waterfalls
Egrets heads and open arms
Whistling through his pensive teeth
The scene is set to peak
Like how the desert meets the reef
And steals the heart
Of the thief
She walks slow
Past the reach of home
In a western world
Far from the things she knows
Hanging gardens patterned walls
The books of Rilke orchestras
Motioning to the slow refrain
The soul is set to gain
Or swallow it whole
The causal chain
Of human loam
And as seasons go
It's a lot like this
He reasons for a look
And then a glance
To the path
Where she passed
From the page of a book
To a perch in the grass
As meetings go
It's a lot like this
She tiptoes from the path
To the edge of the page
Where she dared
To be asked
What's in a name
What is your name
And if you let me know
I won't be alone
I won't be alone
And if you
Have the time to talk to me
I won't doubt you
And if I let you know
And if I let you know
I won't be alone
I won't be alone
And if you
And if you start to fall
I'll be here to catch you
Turning around he sighs
Will you sit next to me
Motioning forward
She replies
Will you walk next to me
I know my lines
There's a lot less space
A little bit of time
I know the play
It's fine
Echoing herself she says
Will you walk close to me
Holding his smile
He replies
What more would you ask of me
I know my mind
And there's a lot less space
A little bit of time
I know the way
It's fine
And if you let me know
I won't be alone
I won't be alone
And if you
Have the time to talk to me
I won't doubt you
And if I let you know
And if I let you know
I won't be alone
I won't be alone
And if you
And if you start to fall
I'll be here to catch you
He's wasting time
You gotta take it slow
May never get a chance like this
And she knows he's wasting time
And she loves the way he tries
Even though she knows the lines
She's taking time
You gotta let things grow
May never have a chance like this
And he knows she takes her time
And he keeps along side
All hopes to keep along her side
And as seasons go
It's a lot like this
He reasons for a look
Then a glance
To the path
Where she passed
From the page of a book
To a perch in the grass
And as meetings go
It's a lot like this
She tiptoes from the path
To the edge of the page
Where she dared
To be asked
What's in a name
What is your name