Verse 1
I was rinsing out a coffee cup
Morning light on white ceramic skin
Water running over both my hands
And for a moment thought did not step in
No yesterday behind it
No tomorrow pulling through
Just coolness, sound, and shining
Before the mind said who
Pre-Chorus
And it came so clean
I almost missed it there
Life before the story
Before the name and where
Chorus
Fresh
Like it never travelled here
Fresh
Like it carried nothing near
Not a thing moving on a line
Not a self held tight in time
Just this living verb
Appearing clear
Fresh
Verse 2
Then the old mind started stitching seams
“This is because of what has always been”
Pulling threads from memory and meaning
Trying to make the moment fit again
A face from years ago
A warning someone said
A learned way of looking
A world inside my head
Pre-Chorus
And memory opened softly
But not one memory came clean
Every doorway to the past was
Filtered through the seeing
Chorus
Fresh
Like it never travelled here
Fresh
Like it carried nothing near
Not a thing moving on a line
Not a self held tight in time
Just this living verb
Appearing clear
Fresh
Bridge
There is seeing
There is sound
There is no road to be found
There is thinking
There is fear
Then interpretation drawing near
There is longing
There is ache
Then a world the old words make
And beneath the tale I spin
Life arriving once again
Final Chorus
Fresh
Though I call it by old names
Fresh
Though I fold it into chains
Past and future may appear
But only as a movement here
This living verb
No start, no end
Fresh
Outro
So I let the stories come
I let memory have its say
But I no longer ask it
To give me truth untouched by clay
Cause what is real is closer
Than the maps I’ve leaned on so
Just this
Alive
And vanishing
Before it starts to flow
If you want, I can make the song more folk/acoustic with ukulele chords, or rewrite the story with Naomi instead of Clara.
