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Maren Ashgrove - The Names We Saved
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Текст песни: Seed packets fan across the kitchen table
Blue cornflowers, beans in a paper sleeve
Your pencil map stops short beside the apple tree
I turn it toward the window, where the rain keeps time
There’s a cup gone cold beside the ruler
A small green promise folded in my hand
We’ll make a place for what we haven’t grown
Leave room for crooked rows and roots below
When the thaw comes slow, when the ground gives way
I’ll meet you there with the names we saved
The garden’s only lines and little crosses
A path drawn lightly through the kitchen steam
I mark the spot where morning might find us
Then smudge the border where the currants lean
Outside, the gutter fills and spills again
Inside, your handwriting still says begin
We’ll make a place for what we haven’t grown
Leave room for crooked rows and roots below
When the thaw comes slow, when the ground gives way
I’ll meet you there with the names we saved
One packet split, a scatter on the table
Black seeds rolling toward the map’s blank side
I gather every one as if it matters
Because it does, because you’re here tonight
We’ll make a place for what we haven’t grown
Leave room for crooked rows and roots below
When the thaw comes slow, when the ground gives way
I’ll meet you there
With the names we saved
Blue cornflowers, beans in a paper sleeve
Rain at the glass. A little room to breathe
Blue cornflowers, beans in a paper sleeve
Your pencil map stops short beside the apple tree
I turn it toward the window, where the rain keeps time
There’s a cup gone cold beside the ruler
A small green promise folded in my hand
We’ll make a place for what we haven’t grown
Leave room for crooked rows and roots below
When the thaw comes slow, when the ground gives way
I’ll meet you there with the names we saved
The garden’s only lines and little crosses
A path drawn lightly through the kitchen steam
I mark the spot where morning might find us
Then smudge the border where the currants lean
Outside, the gutter fills and spills again
Inside, your handwriting still says begin
We’ll make a place for what we haven’t grown
Leave room for crooked rows and roots below
When the thaw comes slow, when the ground gives way
I’ll meet you there with the names we saved
One packet split, a scatter on the table
Black seeds rolling toward the map’s blank side
I gather every one as if it matters
Because it does, because you’re here tonight
We’ll make a place for what we haven’t grown
Leave room for crooked rows and roots below
When the thaw comes slow, when the ground gives way
I’ll meet you there
With the names we saved
Blue cornflowers, beans in a paper sleeve
Rain at the glass. A little room to breathe
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