A thousand flowers
Drift from the sky
They float out over the city as the night turns to morning
They drift in through the windows of houses
And glide through open doorways
To find their way to glass vases and glass bowls
And settle in with cold clear water that fills up the glass from nowhere

I don't believe we've met
I am the king without a home
I am the fate that lifted the trapdoor
To fall again and trap me in it
Beneath the stage where the moonlight doesn't sing
I am the waterfall that slid over rocks
I am the motion that drives the hand of clocks
I am the tick tock that you hear in the middle of night
I am the chilly breath of autumn fright
I am the glow of piano keys
You hear when you see sunbeams in the water
I am the whisper in the breeze
That floats over the cliffs of Gibraltar

Don't take me away from where I'm sleeping
I don't want to go
I don't want to stumble into a restaurant and eat soup
I don't want to fall asleep on a bus
And wake up two hours later

Give it a try they said
But I'm falling from the crashing of a million ice castles
The shattered glass is falling all around me
And it's going to be awhile before I wake up on my pillow

Or I don't think I'll ever be there
It's hard for the wind to settle in a comfortable place

A thousand suns
Grew and died before the bird without a song rested in the halls of the castle
And I was the kingdom in the night
That held its breath until the fountains flowed from the sea

Can the old pool in the backyard
Become the chilly rain in Ontario
Can the trophy won by three wood elves in the forest
Take the place of the Golden Gate Bridge

Please don't take it away
I'm not ready for it to be gone
I'll never be ready
It's supposed to be here with me
Forever and ever
Nothing compares to you

There was a cat that killed a bird
And it didn't mean to
And it spent the next million years apologizing
But nobody and I mean nobody listened

Sixteen fireflies once twinkled in outer space
And the watercolor skies were God's only saving grace
The humming breeze of ruby-snow birds
Eclipsed the hummingbirds that spoke no words
And the sword of sunlight
Twisted slowly in the night
Lilting on the breeze like a summer kite
Revolving in the ice with the red red rose
As I rise up the spiral staircase my heartbeat slows
And my eyes open on the daytime in Rome
And there's a hole in the sky in the ancient dome
And ice skates and marbles and pebbles and lakes
Fill up the days with splendid stories and cakes
And I was eating alone
And I was eating alone
And my memories of the past drifted over the phone
Christmas lights and jelly and knights
Sugarcane and starry nights
The rabbit spoke to me in my quiet stupor
With a voice of honey and a hush of whisper
It spoke of caring for seas for a thousand miles
It spoke of triumphs and tears and hungers and trials
And the jury was out on whether the commotion
Of my heart could be calmed with a magic potion
Made from the juice of strawberries and the voice of sunshine
Welded from cool water and honeysuckle and rhyme
And I breathed in the sigh of the sea
And tasted the twinkle of stars
And it was a thousand years before I could fall far
Far far away from the noontime Narnia
And I was speaking with flowers from the genus Allionia
If I was the sunlight I would drift in through your window
If I was a candycane I'd show up on your pillow
If I was a sea snake I might be the same
If I was in the past I'd be laughing in the rain
I'd be skating down the glowing breathless gates of time
Laughing to the sky and hearing the bells chime
It was a thousand sacred skies before I fell
To the bottom of the wishing well
It was a thousand silent springs before I thought
I could fall asleep and the tears would stop
If I fall on the escalator and hurt my hand
If one of my eyes gets switched with someone in Iran
If the waves crash over the sandy sand castles
If I can't go to the orchard and pick up the apples
Can your quiet voice drift in through my window
Can the flow of the fountains be a calming crescendo
Can I find an old key in the garden rain
Can my quiet pleas not be in vain

I am a bishop gliding across the chess board
I am a chess piece with a glittering sword
I was once a good person that could heal a wound with a look
I was once a page in a book