Meadowlark, fly your way down
I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown
For you to wear upon your fleecy down
My Meadowlark sing to me
-The Sunflower is wanting for the Meadowlark to come down and feed upon its seeds, the golden crown being its petals.
Hummingbird, just let me die
Inside the broken ovals of your olive eyes
I do believe you gave it your best try
My Hummingbird sing to me
Mmmmmmm...
My Hummingbird sing to me
-The Sunflower wants so badly to peer into the eyes of the Hummingbird as it feeds upon it, but for some reason either the Hummingbird is not able to feed (not it's food source) or doesn't want to feed on the Sunflower, thus the Sunflower settles for just being able to hear the Hummingbird sing.
Don't believe a word that I haven't heard
Little children laughing at the boys and girl
The meadowlark singing to you each and every day
The arch-light on the hillside and the market in the hay
Here I think we have observations held by the Sunflower being relayed to us, such as a person saying "Don't believe a word that I haven't heard" Little boys and girls laughing and playing, the Meadowlark singing everyday, and a light on a hill or a market near a field.
As a whole, this song feels like a song of longing, of wanting to be something more, but still content, at least to me. It's hauntingly beautiful.
I think this might be a song about a Sunflower.
Meadowlark, fly your way down I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown For you to wear upon your fleecy down My Meadowlark sing to me
-The Sunflower is wanting for the Meadowlark to come down and feed upon its seeds, the golden crown being its petals.
Hummingbird, just let me die Inside the broken ovals of your olive eyes I do believe you gave it your best try My Hummingbird sing to me Mmmmmmm... My Hummingbird sing to me
-The Sunflower wants so badly to peer into the eyes of the Hummingbird as it feeds upon it, but for some reason either the Hummingbird is not able to feed (not it's food source) or doesn't want to feed on the Sunflower, thus the Sunflower settles for just being able to hear the Hummingbird sing.
Don't believe a word that I haven't heard Little children laughing at the boys and girl The meadowlark singing to you each and every day The arch-light on the hillside and the market in the hay
Here I think we have observations held by the Sunflower being relayed to us, such as a person saying "Don't believe a word that I haven't heard" Little boys and girls laughing and playing, the Meadowlark singing everyday, and a light on a hill or a market near a field.
As a whole, this song feels like a song of longing, of wanting to be something more, but still content, at least to me. It's hauntingly beautiful.