Spoon by Joe Grass

Take me to your island
Take me to your inner room
Watch the old world dying
Underneath a blood red moon

Sitting at my kitchen table
Shining like a morning star
That disappears without warning
I know you’re never far

A weathervane is waiting on the wind
We are balanced on a spoon
We could be together now

Once I was a sailor
Once I was the jack of hearts
Like some old-time fable
Before the hero comes apart

Come in a little closer
Before it’s over
We’re already there

We all stood in silence
At the changing of the guard
You know the pangs of blindness
Aren’t the same when it gets dark

When I climbed
to see the dying of the day
I heard music all around
We can be together now
Like we were back then
When we thought this would never end

• Alternative
• new age
• old time
• purple
• soul
• Montreal