Names for Dust and Bloom

[Verse 1] You set the book beside the stove Its spine still stiff, its pages closed Before the first word crossed the room You taught me names for dust and bloom [Chorus] If we’d learned another tongue Before the covers came undone Would these same words, in another light Still mean the same thing tonight? [Verse 2] You called the creek a silver road I called it rain that wouldn’t go We traced the letters, line by line And made a border out of mine [Chorus] If we’d learned another tongue Before the covers came undone Would these same words, in another light Still mean the same thing tonight? [Bridge] Who taught the river how to run? Who named the dark before the sun? If every word has roots below Which ones are ours, and which ones grow? [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] If we’d learned another tongue Before the covers came undone Would these same words, in another light Still mean the same thing tonight? Would the page have held us two Or changed its meaning as we grew? [Outro] The book stays open by the stove The creek keeps all the names we know