[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.
