Webb Crawford - Arboretum lyrics

[Verse 1] I didn't walk Past the old aspen trees Sun in my hair And the grain waving soft beside me The pine scent came slowly From the farm they would one day cut down I wander poolside By the light of the life that's never coming now [Verse 2] Tender the day And the poppies arising at my feet I long to pluck them From their garden of unguarded things But I never let myself As I do with the pink of mimosa trees Is that where I fell for them And their fragrance uncanny and sweet? [Verse 3] You wanted an armory Or was it an aviary? Somewhere to put your things Somewhere to clip their wings You wanted a cage for them You wanted a cage for me We wanted your apathy at least [Verse 4] Now all I am made of The warmth of warmed stones from a Northern sun Now all I am made of The grip of a mouth on my pond-soaked palm Now all I am made of The touch of the breeze on my willing spine Now all I am made of Now all I am I didn't walk Past the old aspen trees