This is a day spent lifting blankets,
Getting comfortable again with the sedimentary
Elementary aspects of romance, tragedy,
And familial grace that takes place right before me.
This love is simple and soaked in sun,
And got so much better when I was no longer
The only one under their wings.
We are growing like proud wind,
And you're only getting louder with things to say,
Sing me this song that I never learned to name.