The Start from Thunder by Dan Jeans

Brown beam strings of twenty-one
Your life has just begun
Just wood and skin and fishing line
But you sleep you sleep you sleep
In waters oh so deep
You've been waiting for me all this time

All your words good for nothing
Scatter them to the birds and just keep running
You and I, we can take it to the start

I was out catching light
You rest against a wall of white
I wonder if I will ever make you sing
My old fingers too bound to roam
The weight of which I cannot own
I'll never find a home

All your words good for nothing
Scatter them to the birds and just keep running
You and I, we can take it to the start

• Acoustic
• experimental electronic
• folk
• pop
• singer songwriter
• soul
• Vancouver