Waxahatchee • Lilacs • 2020

I wake up feeling nothing

Camouflage the wavering sky

I sit at my piano, wander the wild whereby

And the lilacs drank the water

And the lilacs die

And the lilacs drank the water

Marking in the slow, slow, slow passing of time

I get so angry, baby

At something you might say

I dream about an awful stranger

Work my way through the day

I run it like a silent movie

I run it like a violent song

I run it like a voice compelling

So right it can't be wrong