Facing Both Suns

[Verse 1]
You leaned toward the promise on either side
Two bright mouths saying, “Come inside”
One warmed your leaves, one warmed your roots
Both kept asking for a better view
You turned a little, then turned some more
Till your green neck rasped against the floor
Now every petal points somewhere new
And neither sun can tell what you’re loyal to

[Pre-Chorus]
You said, “More heat means more alive”
You said it twice to stay convinced
The stem kept score beneath the soil
A hairline crack, a little twist

[Chorus]
Two suns, two suns—pick a side, pick a side
Left foot, right foot, split your stride
Turn, turn, turn till the green goes thin
Warm on both cheeks, cold within
Two suns, two suns—what a lovely deal
One for the dream and one for the peel
You bent for the blessing, you snapped at the seam
Now you’re facing both suns in a field of your own scheme

[Verse 2]
The garden clerk brought a clipboard round
“Which golden source should we write down?”
You gave each orb a polished grin
And hid the splinter under your skin
The bees flew off with the afternoon
Your shadow wore a bent little crown
You called it balance, called it choice
Then lost the use of your turning voice

[Pre-Chorus]
You said, “More heat means more alive”
You said it twice to stay convinced
The stem kept score beneath the soil
A hairline crack, a little twist

[Chorus]
Two suns, two suns—pick a side, pick a side
Left foot, right foot, split your stride
Turn, turn, turn till the green goes thin
Warm on both cheeks, cold within
Two suns, two suns—what a lovely deal
One for the dream and one for the peel
You bent for the blessing, you snapped at the seam
Now you’re facing both suns in a field of your own scheme

[Bridge]
If one had set, you might have slept
If one had dimmed, your roots could rest
But every promise wore a crown
And every crown kept pulling down

[Final Chorus]
Two suns, two suns—pick a side, pick a side
Left foot, right foot, split your stride
Turn, turn, turn; let the green go thin
Warm on both cheeks, cold within
Two suns, two suns—what a lovely deal
One for the dream and one for the peel
You bent for the blessing, you snapped at the seam
Now you’re facing both suns in a field of your own scheme

[Outro]
Both suns shining. Stem lying still.
The garden’s warm. The choice was yours to kill.