Gracious Calamity's lyrics & chords

The radiant meadow glistens with history, pocked with crystals. The color wheel, your hands, shapes of infinite cosmic accelerating. Your spirit has formed. Gradient paths simmer in the mist; a momentary vision and your spare eye catches a yellow one, an oiled foot moves through oceans of Mediterranean space and there is an instant of rush and the birds descend upon your clothes. The eyes close and you cry “Yes!” With a whoosh and swoop a thousand tiny birds gently lift your body from the ground. You arrive lost and aged, across the valleys...read more