Song | Hush |
Artist | Calexico |
Album | Algiers |
In the afternoon of orange blossom days | |
Hummingbirds rest above where we lay | |
You say it’s ok, no need to fret | |
The weight of it all will ease as we find | |
The balance in each step we make | |
Swinging back n’ forth in a palo verde tree | |
The wind in the needles hushes you asleep | |
Even with the strain, your heart remains | |
Don’t doubt why darlin’ | |
In time you will find we’re alright we were born | |
Like the branch to bend and not to break | |
Reconcile and resurrect, tombstone rose | |
Growing up and over the gates to where our children play | |
The future wraps ‘round like vines | |
Inside these arms | |
Darlin’ will you say in our final embrace | |
Before returning ‘neath the clay | |
After all that your heart still remains |
In the afternoon of orange blossom days | |
Hummingbirds rest above where we lay | |
You say it' s ok, no need to fret | |
The weight of it all will ease as we find | |
The balance in each step we make | |
Swinging back n' forth in a palo verde tree | |
The wind in the needles hushes you asleep | |
Even with the strain, your heart remains | |
Don' t doubt why darlin' | |
In time you will find we' re alright we were born | |
Like the branch to bend and not to break | |
Reconcile and resurrect, tombstone rose | |
Growing up and over the gates to where our children play | |
The future wraps ' round like vines | |
Inside these arms | |
Darlin' will you say in our final embrace | |
Before returning ' neath the clay | |
After all that your heart still remains |