Emily - Lady Lamb

There’s a picture that I found

My 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