Starling Song lyrics

We stop and let the sky take hold of our breath As the last of the evening light flees to the west The stars they soon will start to pace overhead Like the rush in a seashell Or a hum in the maize Or the mutter of pages turned in haste The banks of the river blue lie folded in pleats Like the lines that the morning left pressed into your cheek The Sun, a fading creature, shivers with your heartbeat They fly over the stories held in the peat Telling their own in a million wing beats Like the rush in a seashell Or a hum in the maize Or the mutter of pages turned in haste Above a leviathan assembles in the sky It's like watching a thought take hold in someone else's eyes And I wish I could hear all the thoughts in your mind Then as everything falters and everything falls Like the hush before breakers shatter the shore They fly over the stories held in the peat Telling their own in a million wing beats Like the rush in a seashell Or a hum in the maize Or the mutter of pages turned in haste