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EmilyThere's a picture that I foundMy first car in the falling snow Seems like yesterday I drove down into low tide And Isaac snapped a Polaroid of me pretending I was sinking Pressed against the glass, pleading I misplaced it but I'm looking When we are young If only we could see beyond our fears, where we are free When we are lonely If only we could know that in our stillness we are growing All the portraits we collected While we were running around in the desert We were trying to seem fulfilled To rewrite our New York City narratives But Emily, we were utterly dejected We took turns crying on the passenger side of America Too clouded to be empowered by towering redwoods When did we lose the ancient truths? Is it what we're born bending our bodies towards? How can we spend our lives searching outside of ourselves For the inner knowledge of our oneness with the world? Shervin, remember when my car finally quit? We'd drag our dirty clothes after dark to Lavanderia and wander Graham Ave Obsessing over singers we love I thought I was so alone but now I know I never was You've always been the Jenny to my Watson Twins Can't land the harmony but we'll keep singing it No photographic artifact but here is something better than that When we are young If only we could see beyond our fears, where we are free When we are lonely If only we could know that in our stillness we are still growing When we are young If only we could see beyond our fears, where we are free When we are lonely If only we could know that in our stillness we are still growing |