Quilt Lyrics

Rest is not idleness

I can't rely on this

Rut between waking and walk

Just waiting in wingspan

Too waxen to see that

My form follows function

But I was followed to my home

By the bluebird that carries

The sky on it's back

Seeking spring in succession

Just to tell my winter bones:



“I see sage in your hands

And all your curves sigh like sand

But where there's driftwood there's land

Where you're driftwood I'm land.”



Rest is not idleness

I can't rely on this

Rut between waking and walk



Rest is not idleness

You can't rely on this

Rut between waking and walk



Rest is not idleness

You can't rely on this

Rut between waking and walk



Rest is not idleness

You can't rely on this

Rut between waking and walk



Sleeping through the stillness

Of an autumn contour

All of it was made for play



Lackadaisical you seem caught in between

Two thrones draped in blankets

They're for comfort not for warmth



And these forts that you call idols

Are sitting idle in the past

Small talk is not my forte

But I'll speak about the weather for a change

Cause I feel spring and better days