[Verse 1]
The sky bruises without a sound
Violet bleeding outward, round
Morning hangs its heavy blue
Like it’s waiting on a cue
There’s a fox playing dead in the field
Teeth it doesn’t reveal
Tail twitch fading in the frost
Counting what it’s worth to run
[Pre-Chorus]
Crows on the wire go one, one, one
Measuring what I’ve become
The moon thins down to bone-white thread
Sewing doubt inside my head
[Chorus]
Static in the sunrise, sunrise, sunrise
Blue behind my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
Pink goes pale, goes pale, goes pale
I don’t say, I don’t say, I don’t say what I think
Run, fox… run — or don’t, don’t, don’t this time
Gray along my spine, spine, spine
I could move, I could stay, could stay, could stay
Both feel far, feel far, feel far away
[Verse 2]
Gold drips thin from a tired sun
Whispers, “Stay,” then “Turn and run.”
Every shadow wears my face
Close chase, close chase
Feathers fall from somewhere high
Soft white reasons why
I hold them tight against my ribs
Like maybe they’re what living is
[Pre-Chorus]
The wolves are thin but never gone
Breathing low beneath the lawn
One long howl across the plain
Asking if I’ll rise again
[Chorus]
Static in the sunrise, sunrise, sunrise
Blue behind my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
Pink goes pale, goes pale, goes pale
I don’t say, I don’t say, I don’t say what I think
Run, fox… run — or just stay still, still, still
I don’t know if I will, will, will
Gray keeps leaning on my spine, spine, spine
Saying, “You don’t have to try.”
>Bridge]
I could fold into the frost
Call it calm, forget the cost
Let the tall grass close above
Call it rest instead of love
Or I could stand with shaking knees
Teeth bared at the breeze
Not because I’m sure I’ll win
Just because I’m still within
[Break (fractured, hovering)]
Run —
Stay —
Run —
Stay —
Sunrise
Sunrise
Sunrise —
[Final Chorus (mantra-like, hovering)]
Static in the sunrise, bright, bright, bright
But I haven’t picked a side, side, side
Blue presses at my chest, chest, chest
Says nothing. Just rests, rests, rests
Run, fox… run — or lie, lie, lie here long
Both feel almost wrong, wrong, wrong
Gray leans close, asking when — when — when
Run, fox — fox — fox —
Eilidhschy
