Decemberists Cocoon Lyrics

Cocoon Lyrics

this cocoon, caught in Vesuvius' shadow 

only the ashes remain 

and i waited there for you 

why couldn't you? 



here we lie waiting for something to startle 

to shake us from gravity's pull 

and so sleeping hours are through 

what can we do? 



the sorry conclusion, the low dirty war

it happened before you came to 

but this is solution, and this is amends 

the joke always tends to come true 

and there on your windowsill over the unmoving platoon 

written in paperback, the view to the quarterback's room 

under waning moon 



this quiet serves only to hide you 

provide you 

what i knew: it'd come back to you 



take this palm, follow the lines here are written

tracing the bends and the shapes 

and feel your fingers falling slack and all folding back 



the tainted election, the hole in the sky 

command what is tried, what is true 

without solution, with feet on the ground 

it won't make a sound 'til you're through 

so loosen your shoulderblades 

this is your hour to make due 

becayse there on the timberline 

deep cold november shines through 

soft and absolute



this quiet serves only to hide you

provide in you

what i knew: it'd come back to you.