[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.
