Clover Lyrics by FLAVOR FOLEY
Peeled the paint off of my fingers
Picked up all the patterns, let them fall away
Used to leave it ’til my skin hurt
But I don’t need that feeling anymore
The blinding white of freshly mounted linen
All the love and life that just needs definition
And I only took it where I wanted
Never where I needed, never room to change
It’s different now, the way the colors shine through, but
Is the promise of tomorrow ever truly absolute?
If I take the hues and combine into something new
Could it reach you too?
So trace this line across the scene
And we can see (How the colors bleed)
How it could be (When we make believe)
My calloused fingers pick and place the pieces once beneath my feet
I count the ladybugs that land upon my cheek
So stay with me (Take a fantasy)
My lucky piece (To reality)
And send a sketch of fairer fortune out upon the passing breeze
Picked a clover from the meadow
Pressed it in my journal for a rainy day
I just want to follow in your footsteps
But I don’t even know yet what it’s like to say
“I’m more than this, I’m not a perfect person
I will sing and dance and love without a purpose”
But I try to get a little closer
With every single brushstroke running off the page
It’s different now, the way the colors shine through, I
Used to linger, waiting hopelessly for something I could prove
But the wonder wasn’t something that I could choose
And you knew that too, didn’t you?
Is it different, how the things you left behind you all
Seem to shimmer in the light from a different point of view?
If I falter, and I turn my sight around
Would it sparkle too?
So trace this line across the scene
And we can see (How the colors bleed)
How it could be (When we make believe)
My calloused fingers pick and place the pieces once beneath my feet
I count the ladybugs that land upon my cheek
So stay with me (Take a fantasy)
My lucky piece (To reality)
And send a sketch of fairer fortune out upon the passing breeze
Between
The verdant touch of green
The dappled sunlight casts a crown on me
And though I trip and fall I’ll face the all and breathe it into me
Daydream
I’ll weave it in a wreath
The clouds, the sky, and every sprout and seed
In colors of acrylic to mix them on my palette
The gallery of life yet lived is-
Left a corner of the canvas
Willfully unfinished, sketches on a page
So you can join in creation
Knowing you can make it if I walk away
The brush, the paint, it’s all in its position
All the love and life that just needs definition
Will you take it with you when it’s over?
Lucky little clover
