Songtext L-dopa Laura Stevenson

L-dopa

I'm a bright, white egg and I incubate in a warm, yellow light in the winter. And I'll hatch on a snow-covered morning, and no one will be awake to see it happen
There is no history, there's no expectation, just warm, yellow light on my skin
And I'm blessed by my mother, though I'll never know her, and I'll never be lonesome again
I'm a bright entertainer in a silent theater I wearily quarry into
And my mother she stands where the characters dance from the light at the height of the room
And every night I repeat the phrases, just to see if she predicts the changes
And I'd die for a word if it's all she'd afford but she closes up knowing it. Where I am is right at the beginning of it, all I know I was born with
Where she is, she is fixed in a prison so fast she is frozen, the air she breathes is a slow wind
I'm a tired arachnid, spinning loose in my threads, building lifetimes of gossamer beds
And the filigree waterdrops around my head, they absorb every word that I said
There are no wings hitched to my spine, just an undying urge to climb
And I'll wait for my mother, supposing she'd bother to hold me and keep me a while
To hold me and keep me a while