Cartographist

As I laughed in the light of the moon

Was so close from the stem of the bloom

As I laughed in the light of the moon

Was so close from the stem of the bloom

Oh, my sweet fairy

The past has stopped, stopped, stopped

Touch not my bosom for I'll not get far

Color your cartography and your dreams of me

Maps will not lie, will not lie, will not lie in me

Grow ancient gardens, the paths that you found in me

Peel off the weight that you've held from the start of me

Oh, my sweet fairy

Our hearts did us wrong

But brothers of bodies don't carry us on, on

And more moons than our eyes can recount and store

Yet they bet that we see the same things

Sweet, they bet that we swim in the sea

Well then, the amber woods are pouting

Lie down to keep our heads from falling

Give in to these seeds beneath me

Measure that they do in time harvest