FONDNESS by Matanah

I think it's sweet that people think of one another
In love and other precious thoughts (of tender)
How could it be that we should keep it from each other
Love grows as soon as I become (uncovered)

I think it's sweet that people think of one another
In love and other precious thoughts (of tender)
How could it be that we should keep it from each other
Love grows as soon as I become (uncovered)

I was sitting on the side of 59N
in my stalled out truck, waiting on a tow
Thinking of my friends for whom I'd head
How to break the news that my trip had cut short

If I were a blue heron at eleven in the
Morning I'd fly up north to feel some kind of loving
Could it be that
We will swarm when
We are warm?

If I was a cicada and I-
Hatched a little too early from my
Batch I'd be screaming aloud to find a
Match that couldn't be found outside

I stopped thinking about someone who stressed me out
Real bad.
I was thinking about how much I had enjoyed
Being sad.
I was wondering why love and limerance
seemed to close in vibe and cadence
then I felt the difference in my chest
tension giving way to rest

My sad smirk fell
on the sidewalk by the gutter
and my joy unfurled
with a sort of subtle stutter

I think it's sweet that people think of one another
In love and other precious thoughts
How could it be that we should keep it from each other
Love grows as soon as I become

If I were a blue heron at eleven in the
Morning I'd fly up north to feel some kind of loving
Could it be that
We will swarm when
We are warm?

If I was a cicada and I-
Hatched a little too early from my
Batch I'd be screaming aloud to find a
Match that couldn't be found outside

I stopped thinking about people who stressed me out
Real bad.
I was thinking about how much I had enjoyed
Being sad.
I was wondering why love and limerance
seemed to close in vibe and cadence
then I felt the difference in my chest
tension giving way to rest

• Alternative
• Jazz
• accoustic
• ancient meditative yodling
• folk
• indie
• Birmingham