The Vines from Sophie's Dream by Sophie's Dream

in a far search for comfort you stepped cross the line
now you need all your warmth round you most of the time
so you pull it from starlight or from the divine
and weave it together in towering vines

you peek out from the window and glimpse the black sky
on a spiraling planet where ghosts come to die
and you step down the stairs and you find that you fly
and with roots on your tongue you are wanting to cry

and we
keep to ourselves
our bodies are vessels, they sit on the shelf
we bleed every drop with the seeds we have sewn
but look at how high the vines have now grown

and water flows into the ocean back home
your true friend lies back on his bed all alone
he lived in an old house that he did not own
the walls were all crumbling, vines grew on the stones

the ground is all red and your soul falls away
your body lies useless, a price that you pay
your nightmares come chasing you down in the day
but the vines will all hold them in shining display

and we
keep to ourselves
our bodies are vessels, they sit on the shelf
we bleed every drop with the seeds we have sewn
but look at how high the vines have now grown

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