My heart knows so much more than i do
And it tries to tell me, but i never hear
It tells me what is good and true and all the things that i should do
While I stand with my fingers in my ears
My heart is like a lighthouse beacon
That fragile, that revolving, and that bright
Shouting out for all to hear the shape of what they’re coming near
Heart like a lantern, face like the night.
I used to be a shadeless window
But as the day has gone, i’ve drawn the blinds
I used to be an empty room that echoed with the crash and boom
Of every street parade i saw pass by
My heart knows so much more than I do
And when i ask it won’t respond at all
But as i do the things i do it pesters me with cryptic clues
Face like a window, heart like a wall
Go push back the coming winter,
Go undo what’s just been done
Go pour your rage out on the carpet now the hardwood floor is gone (ya jerk)
A door that’s always closed’s a prison
A door that’s always open lets out heat
But doors enforce the choice you’ve made on what to light and what to shade
Face like a streetlight, heart like the street
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023