Third of May / Ōdaigahara - 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 e would petal white old innocent lies came to mind

As we stood congregated at the firing line

Night ended the fight but the song remained

And so I headed to the wall

Turned tail to call to the new domain

As if in the sight of sea you're suddenly free

But it's all the same

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 you change overnight

Second son on the other 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

I was a fool

Crime after crime to confess to

But I hold the fleet angel she'll bless you

Hold fast to the wing hold fast to the wing