OUR HISTORY ENDS IN GREEN

I was with you the night
They came from the sky
When consciousness
Cracked open wide

Saint Francis stood over us
Weaving ribbons of prayer
Our feet left the ground
When they landed here

Some say they are the ancients gods
Who created us from dust
Giants from another time
The lost seeds of heaven and earth

I saw them on the mountain that night
Drawing circles in the sky
The fruit of otherworldly dreams
Falling from the vine

Who knew the world would end in June
When everything's so green
I always imagined snow
And the crazy, howling wind

Every cloud left from the sky
The night they landed here
The earth let out the longest sigh
The night that they appeared

The gods spun time into circles
Spiraling like Saturn's last ring
A seed from the worm-eaten apple
Growing glorious ribbons of green

I thought that the end would feel heavy
But it feels more like shedding a dream
With you, I've got nothing to carry
Our history ends in green

Who knew the thing that kept us here
Was the fear of the height and the fall
The knotted grip of gravity
Coming loose, and sliding off

We'll be on the road before morning
Driving the crooked highway into the sun
We'll nod to the sky, squinting our eyes
We'll watch as the new world is born

The countryside is crumbling
Green shoots breaking through old concrete
With you, I don't mind if I'm falling
Because gravity feels like a dream

When we fall, there'll be nothing to carry
On the road, we are bound for the sun
In the ground, they'll be nothing to bury
The earth and the stars will be one.