Natural Sympathies - Late Summer Lyrics

Late summer, late comer
In the buzzing shadows
You knew me, saw right through me
I became a ghost

A wet field shines in the sun
Soaked to the waist
River water, a wet daughter
You knew that she would always float

Blades of grass in my hair
Weeds wove like braids
Small tokens of meadow broken
I knew that you couldn't wait

Hidden treasures in the branches
Nests filled with eggs
Come to me, burn right through me
I am nothing but welcoming legs

And so it comes down to this
A missed month, a secret bliss
And so it comes down to this
A missed month, a secret bliss
A sacred bliss