Cascade
Marty Willson-Piper
A seaweed look at you
Through the salty beach
The blossom stone's a flower
The acrobat's a peach
You gave a pebble party there
Why is it no one came
You sold yourself to a shiny man
And spread yourself insane
You take the heart
Out of slightly weighted clouds
If you're a cascade
I wish you'd touch the ground
From crumbled peaks
I sentenced you to me
Your skin was shrinking
Into paper dolls that see
You climbed out of your scrapbook
Lit matches to your find
You burn your very own escape
Returning back inside
You shout a language
You hope no one will know
And sinking into lasting death
Again you start to grow
You start to grow