Ryan Montbleau - Pleasurefields lyrics

Quiet, auburn, oaken chest Cherry tobaccan and nightworn-- The leaves are at their ripest. Wool-knit and fire-warmed Brisk is somewhere near. But for now, just a hazy, ever-burning maze of red ash will flush us clear. In it. Within it. Waves pa** through, but understanding that you're there. And in a rush of airiness, Lightly hammered into shape, Frozen amber thawed and stewed in crusted September bake, And comes the sunshine Honey haze Maze of Eon in a day of days A comfort in each air Nothing rotten, not yet bare. In it. Within it. Waves pa** through, but understanding that you're there. There in that honeys**le glow, You'd swear you saw it, You'd swear you'd known, Whether yellow-feathered cottontail, Or bluebird singing sigh, You'd touched the air with tongue, Taste of sun, Touch of sky.