Monte Booker
Blossom Dearie
I’m sitting across from you
Vibrations are streaming the emptiness in the room
Melting all your words in my hand
Tell me all the things that I am
I wish that I could speak your perfect language
I wish that we could travel to those places
Where we’re faceless and we’re nameless
Don’t you, don’t you crave this?
I can feel the atmosphere unfolding
Tell me if your pretty heart’s worth holding
I can feel the atmosphere unfolding
Tell me if your pretty heart’s...
I know you wanna hear me
Turn down that Blossom Dearie
And I try to speak to you in tongues
But you’re never here to see me right
And I never seem to lose a run
When we’re following your stars at night
You see, your lungs are never breathing right
Your mother’s never eaten right
You see, she never really won her fight
She’s handing me her torch to light
Your fears and tribulations they are formed into a painting
They are formed into a painting of us
As I peer across the nation, all your stars get to formation
They are more than your creation of love
And the rhythm of our hearts are syncopated, vindicated, leave our doubts to sleep right here
Feel, I wish that I could speak your perfect language
I wish that we could travel to those places
Where we’re faceless and we’re nameless
Where we're dangerous. Don’t you crave this?
I know you wanna hear me
Turn down that Blossom Dearie