Lightbulbs (6:44)

Falling leaves
Always get me in the soul’s place
Out of range

Falling leaves
Always send me through that doorway
And into play

I’ll trade this summer’s flesh and bone
If it means I won’t be alone
There’s something sweet bout going home
And that’s my brother calling on the phone

Lightbulbs float to me
Across the waves upon the sea
Glowing in breathtaking fashion
Lightbulbs float to me
Backwards now they’re flashing
In the most heavenly patterns

Static of tv
Short circuits everything I’m meant to be
If I let it be
The hum of radio
Drowns out the lesson that I’m meant to know
If i don’t let it go

But there is meaning in the call
Enough to satisfy us all
And there is grace after the fall
Recalling flora on the wall

Lightbulbs float to me
Across the waves upon the sea
Glowing in breathtaking fashion
Lightbulbs float to me
Backwards now they’re flashing
In the most heavenly patterns

I’m so in love…
I’m so in love…

Lightbulbs float to me
Across the waves upon the sea
Glowing in breathtaking fashion
Lightbulbs float to me
Backwards now they’re flashing
In the most heavenly patterns