William Cashion - The Fountain lyrics

He sits low, in a shady grove Where the trees arc slow, in the shape of 'you know' Marble stairwells, waterfalls, egrets' heads and open arms Whistling through his pensive teeth, the scene is set to peak Like how the desert meets the reef And steals the heart - of the thief She walks slow, past the reach of home In a Western World, far from the things she knows Hanging gardens, patterned walls, the books of Rilke, orchestras Motioning to the slow refrain, the soul is set to gain Or swallow it whole The causal chain - of human loam And as seasons go, it's a lot like this He reasons for a look, then a glance To the path, where she pa**ed From the page of a book, to a perch in the gra** And as meetings go, it's a lot like this She tiptoes from the path, to the edge of the page Where she dared - to be asked What's in a name? What is your name? And if you let me know I won't be alone, I won't be alone And if you have the time to talk to I won't doubt you, doubt in you, doubt in you And if I let you know I won't be alone, I won't be alone And if, as if you start to fall I'll be here to catch you Turning around, he sighs, "will you sit next to me?" Motioning forward, she replies, "will you walk next to me?" "I know my lines, and there's a lot less space and a little bit of time" "I know the play - it's fine" Echoing herself, she says, "will you walk close to me?" Holding his smile, he replies, "what more would you ask of me?" "I know my mind, and there's a lot less space and a little bit of time" "I know the way It's fine" Echoing herself, she says, "will you walk close to me?" Holding his smile, he replies, "what more would you ask of me?" "I know my mind, and there's a lot less space and a little bit of time" "I know the way - It's fine" And if you let me know I won't be alone, I won't be alone And if you have the time to talk to I won't doubt you, doubt in you, doubt in you And if I let you know I won't be alone, I won't be alone And if, as if you start to fall I'll be here to catch you He's wasting time, you gotta take it slow May never get a chance like this And she knows he's wasting time And she loves the way he tries Even though she knows the lines She's taking time, you gotta let things grow May never have a chance like this And he knows she takes her time And he keeps along her side All hopes to keep along her side And as seasons go, it's a lot like this He reasons for a look, then a glance To the path, where she pa**ed From the page of a book, to a perch in the gra** And as meetings go, it's a lot like this She tiptoes from the path, to the edge of the page Where she dared to be asked What's in a name? What is your name?