Sarasong
Nick Edelstein
[I] Watch her watch the watch to watch the morning sun
Come in, come in, come in, come in
To me from the cold garden
“I love,” I scream. “It’s true!”
When seasons change it can be easy to
Turn your cheek and harden your heart
But you open your hand and satisfy everything on Earth
פּוֹתֵחַ אֶת־יָדֶחַ וּמַשְׂבִּיעַ לְכָל־חַי רָצוֹן
Living in that minimalistic, cliché paradise
A bohemian saw the light
Another paradox deconstructed
And you fill the air with your Sarasong
“Follow your dreams with a backup plan”
Everybody’s on a different path