Modern Crusoe - Slow Bloom Lyrics

I read the romance is dead
Of blistering fingers and melanin legs
No more like eras before
Trying to find our four walls and a floor

And I cry for images I
Haven't seen myself but once or twice
I breath, gritting my teeth
Thinking it gives me some kind of relief

Oh, oh white feathers bound together
By the moon
Shepard tones and native moans will consume
Poor decisions, desert visions
Slow Bloom
Purple haze and hourless days in late June

I can't take this subtle ache
I cannot ignore the call of life this way
Oh lord why should I decide
Between the left and the right
What landscapes could I disgrace
In a tongue I cannot seem to recreate
Rare thoughts of what could have been
But not without the walls caving in