From the album Without, Within

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copyright 2017 by Kendra Swanson
written on commission for the Figge Art Museum, Davenport

Lyrics

Come gather around, and see what I've found on the ground today.
Oh it once was alive, til I took it for mine, a tiny price to pay.

And I see that I've caught your eye!?
Its only a matter of time
'Til we look at the world from the height of a plane,
Pick up the pieces, then ask to remain on the ground in a box full of dreams,
A collection of things we have seen.

Did I not show my love when I sat up above on the thorniest branch on the tree?
All the gifts I could find, rowed up in a line, oh you could not help but know me!

And I see that I've caught your eye!?
Its only a matter of time
'Til we look at the world from the height of a plane,
Pick up the pieces, then ask to remain on the ground in a box full of dreams,
A collection of things we have seen.

And the things that I spare from the thorns of my snare journey on to another day.
Oh but you, oh my Dear! won't you please linger here?
Oh I'm longing for you to stay!

And I see that I've caught your eye!?
Its only a matter of time
'Til we look at the world from the height of a plane,
Pick up the pieces, then ask to remain on the ground in a box full of dreams,
A collection of things we have seen.
A collection of things we have been.