[Verse 1] Seventeen moons pull crooked at the sea Your orbit slips; the calendar disagrees You call the bent horizon something wrong While violet reeds take root where tides run long [Pre-Chorus] No map can name the weather in your chest Still, every strange season makes a place to nest [Chorus] You are the world that won’t stay in its lane A tide turned sideways, rain against the grain And in the cracks your wildest gardens start No other sky could grow what’s in your heart So keep your uneven moons and face the dawn The future’s wide enough to orbit on [Verse 2] One moon arrives while another drifts away The bright salt flowers open out of phase You thought your changing coast would leave you bare But small bright lives have learned to flourish there [Pre-Chorus] No map can name the weather in your chest Still, every strange season makes a place to nest [Chorus] You are the world that won’t stay in its lane A tide turned sideways, rain against the grain And in the cracks your wildest gardens start No other sky could grow what’s in your heart So keep your uneven moons and face the dawn The future’s wide enough to orbit on [Outro] Seventeen moons; let every one be known The next strange season—you can meet it whole
