The Fountain - Future Islands

He sits low

In a shady grove

Where the trees arc slow

In the shape of you know

Marble stairwells waterfalls

Egrets heads and open arms

Whistling through his pensive teeth

The scene is set to peak

Like how the desert meets the reef

And steals the heart

Of the thief

She walks slow

Past the reach of home

In a western world

Far from the things she knows

Hanging gardens patterned walls

The books of Rilke orchestras

Motioning to the slow refrain

The soul is set to gain

Or swallow it whole

The causal chain

Of human loam

And as seasons go

It's a lot like this

He reasons for a look

And then a glance

To the path

Where she passed

From the page of a book

To a perch in the grass

As meetings go

It's a lot like this

She tiptoes from the path

To the edge of the page

Where she dared

To be asked

What's in a name

What is your name

And if you let me know

I won't be alone

I won't be alone

And if you

Have the time to talk to me

I won't doubt you

And if I let you know

And if I let you know

I won't be alone

I won't be alone

And if you

And if you start to fall

I'll be here to catch you

Turning around he sighs

Will you sit next to me

Motioning forward

She replies

Will you walk next to me

I know my lines

There's a lot less space

A little bit of time

I know the play

It's fine

Echoing herself she says

Will you walk close to me

Holding his smile

He replies

What more would you ask of me

I know my mind

And there's a lot less space

A little bit of time

I know the way

It's fine

And if you let me know

I won't be alone

I won't be alone

And if you

Have the time to talk to me

I won't doubt you

And if I let you know

And if I let you know

I won't be alone

I won't be alone

And if you

And if you start to fall

I'll be here to catch you

He's wasting time

You gotta take it slow

May never get a chance like this

And she knows he's wasting time

And she loves the way he tries

Even though she knows the lines

She's taking time

You gotta let things grow

May never have a chance like this

And he knows she takes her time

And he keeps along side

All hopes to keep along her side

And as seasons go

It's a lot like this

He reasons for a look

Then a glance

To the path

Where she passed

From the page of a book

To a perch in the grass

And as meetings go

It's a lot like this

She tiptoes from the path

To the edge of the page

Where she dared

To be asked

What's in a name

What is your name