Third of May / Ōdaigahara (Edit)

Third of May / Ōdaigahara (Edit) - Fleet Foxes

Written by：Robin Pecknold

Light ended the night but the song remained

And I was hiding by the stair half here

Half there past the lashing rain

And as the sky would petal white old innocent lies came to mind

As we stood congregated at the firing line

Now back in our town as a castaway

I'm reminded of the time it all fell in line on the third of May

As if it were designed painted in sand to be washed away

Oh but I can hear you loud in the center

Aren't we made to be crowded together like leaves

Was I too slow did I change overnight

Second son for the second time

Can I be light and free

If I lead you through the fury will you call to me

And is all that I might owe you carved on ivory

But all will fade all I say all I needed

As a flash in the eye I wouldn't deny all receded

Life unfolds in pools of gold

I am only owed this shape if I make a line to hold

To be held within one's self is deathlike oh I know

But all will be for mine and me as we make it

And the size of the fray can't take it away they won't make it