Seventeen Moons

[Verse 1]
My north pole leans like a door left ajar,
Seventeen moons keep changing the dark.
One pulls the oceans up over the stone,
One calls the snow where the warm winds roam.
I used to call every crooked line wrong;
Now even my shadows know where they belong.

[Pre-Chorus]
The orbit slips; the calendar lies.
Still, something green opens its eyes.

[Chorus]
Seventeen moons, and none in a row—
Pull me apart, then teach me to grow.
Odd little tides, let them rise, let them run;
I’m not a mistake in the making of sun.
Seventeen moons, let the wild seasons turn;
I carry the strange, and the strange lets life bloom.

[Verse 2]
My cliffs grow gardens where salt winds sleep,
Blue trees drink from the cracks too deep.
No other world has this weather to spare;
No other world puts these colors in air.
I quit asking the sky to hold still—
I’ve got a whole future to bend to my will.

[Pre-Chorus]
The orbit slips; the calendar lies.
Still, something green opens its eyes.

[Chorus]
Seventeen moons, and none in a row—
Pull me apart, then teach me to grow.
Odd little tides, let them rise, let them run;
I’m not a mistake in the making of sun.
Seventeen moons, let the wild seasons turn;
I carry the strange, and the strange lets life bloom.

[Bridge]
Let the old map tear.
Let the new roots climb.
I’ve got room for tomorrow
In this lopsided sky.

[Final Chorus]
Seventeen moons, and none in a row—
Pull me apart, then teach me to grow.
Odd little tides, let them rise, let them run;
I’m not a mistake in the making of sun.
Seventeen moons, let the wild seasons turn;
I carry the strange, and the strange lets life bloom.
[Outro]
The next dawn grows here.