I could never build the ether
or the grass overgrown
I could never build the river 
or a mouth full of foam
I could never build the winter
with her cold tears of glitter
I've been listening to the red oak,
the acorn she cries
Listening to the white birch,
the paper she dries
Listening to the frogs joke,
listening to the fire smoke
I could never tell you
now what I had often said before
Because promise is a pendulum
just swinging at the door
I'm not saying I'm not jealous or scared anymore
I'm just saying
I could never build a rainbow
or any kind of flower
I could never make a sparrow
or a meteor shower
Could never build an earthworm,
never make the earth turn
I've been listening to the
laughing of the fox down the trail
Clasping to the listening of
the moss to the snail
Shimmer of the beech leaves
as the wind does a big sneeze
I could never tell you
now what I had often said before
Because promise is a pendulum
just swinging at the door
I'm not saying I'm not jealous
or scared anymore
I'm just saying
I could never build the shadow
between your cheek and your eye
I could never make a freckle
or the warm breath you sigh
The canopy of lashes
with the softness of ashes
I've been listening to a memory,
the way that it was
Listening to the echo of why and because
Listening to the echo telling me to let go
I could never tell you
now what I had often said before
Because promise is a pendulum
just swinging at the door
I'm not saying I'm not jealous
or scared anymore
I'm just saying
Saying, saying, saying