I wanna be your songbird and ride on your riffs
I wanna open your heart
And fill you with bliss
I want to shine like pure sunlight
A smile from your eyes is enough to open my mind
For me to realize....
You are like the seed of my dreams
Weaving sacred ground
A tapestry of love
On a blanket of sound
You are like the food of inspiration
The soul to my tune
Open a door to the beauty
That we never knew
Come through the door and enter the garden
Where we can sleep outside
On a bed to remember
Roses weave round the posts
Fill with fragrance our dreams
The sky open like a canvas for our hearts to conceive
I wanna be your songbird and ride on your riffs
I wanna open your heart
And fill you with bliss
I want to shine like pure sunlight
A smile from your eyes is enough to open my mind
For me to realize..
The spells that we planted
The herbs that we used
The seeds that we shielded from harm and abuse
The weather we worked with
Our bodies endured
The way that we rested
Our love the reward
The fires we made
The trees that we knew
The songs that we sung
The taste of fresh dew
The words that we chanted
The rhymes that we told
The magical melodies
The harp white and gold
I wanna be your songbird and ride on your riffs
I wanna open your heart
And fill you with bliss
I want to shine like pure sunlight
A smile from your eyes is enough to open my mind
For me to realize..
You are like the seed of my dreams
Weaving sacred ground
A tapestry of love
On a blanket of sound
You are like the food of inspiration
The soul to my tune
Open a door to the beauty
That we never knew
Come through the door and enter the garden
Where we can sleep outside
On a bed to remember
Roses weave round the posts
Fill with fragrance our dreams
The sky open like a canvas for our hearts to conceive
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022