[ti:November Starlings] [ar:Trembling Blue Stars] [al:The Last Holy Writer] [00:08.56]The world is beautiful and it’s waiting [00:15.53]We’re hungry for what’s on the table [00:22.62]Under clouds that keep on changing [00:29.45]Hope returns and keeps returning [00:44.32]That trace of sunshine in the winter [00:51.29]That breeze when summer’s at its highest [00:58.20]Part of the ride, of the adventure [01:05.57]You and I will journey together [01:10.61]Sharing whatever [01:14.88]We uncover [01:24.40]The dusk upon The Marsh [01:31.35]The stations of the cross [01:36.16]Rest your head on me and I’ll catch you [01:40.39]Your head on me and I’ll catch you [01:43.72]I’ll catch you [01:55.88]This life that you and I are living [02:02.46]It’s a scrapbook in the making [02:09.78]Flick to the howl of England’s garden [02:16.99]Save a page for November starlings [02:31.78]Pinning down what we are feeling [02:38.77]Is something we’ll never be awake to [02:45.75]Love does the hiding we the seeking [02:52.67]And there will never be a breakthrough [02:58.08]Undefined it will stay [03:01.56]A handful of snowflakes [03:11.18]Trying to tell you how much and how [03:17.86]Beyond squeezing your hand three times in a crowd [03:23.43]Rest your head on me and I’ll catch you [03:27.46]Your head on me and I’ll catch you [03:31.28]I’ll catch you [03:53.53]