While you look at me and I don't know what you see
And I do believe that our hearts are received
The hardest part is shoulders that move on
I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun
Lately I can't recognize what's right from what is wrong
Be on the rust colored reeds is glimpses of blueness
Through all the rust colored reeds, there's flashes of blueness
The green glow of lightning bugs in the night
Through all the rust colored reeds, flashes of blueness
And I do believe that our hearts are received
Start the sky bending sidelong, the hardest part is trying to hold on
Lately I don't know what I could want from anyone
Lately I can't recognize what's right from what is wrong
I do believe that our hearts are received
The summer is spinning out of control 'til we're only ourselves
Each season strips us down to the bone and we bear it
