You were glass
I was wooden
You were sweet and I was the cream
You were calm
I was bitter
Swore that train was out for me
In the cold
Of the winter
And that blistering summer heat
I was gone
And nowhere to be found
You were trapped
In a slumber
I was lost amongst the clouds
With the rain pouring under
You were out
With a shovel
In the desperate sinking mud
I was bathing in the puddles I poured
You can call me Mr. Evergreens
Swore I saw your face in a magazine
You can call me Mr. Evergreens
And I'll call you my soft and moonlit sea
You were dark
I was darkness
Hearts heavy as the night fall
In a car
Headed northbound under stars
From the roads
Green and lively
To the roaring of high tide dear
Where time
Was nothing we had feared
You were smoke
I was embers
I burned slowly as the sky
You were ash on my feathers afterwards
You were glass
You were shattered
I was a mess of umber paint splattered on the floor
On the floor
You can call me Mr. Evergreens
Swore I saw your face in a magazine
You can call me Mr. Evergreens
And I'll call you my soft and moonlit sea