4/4 Lyrics

The candescence, The fluorescence

In the presence, and the message

That she spreads, as she says the breathes of her next

Becoming in a birth

The words survive as she died

To read and cry, forever fly

To rest, the dust, the cusp, to just

Become the air of earth

The beauty to believe

To see, too free

The feelings, the birthings

The cycling for meaning in our looping beats of four

4/4, count off our songs lower

In the past, you let the grass cover/cast

Memories last

To write and preform

Now she's made of paint

She once took her mother's words like a saint

Dressed in white, raised by christ

Now she dances on the wall, dreaming

She runs out painting and screaming