A secular song proper in diagnosing. Beauty and the grace of soothing, easing.

Aldous Harding lyrics:

TREASURE

I made it again to the Amazon
I’ve got to erase, the same as the others
And I see it far cleaner than that

Expecting two but ready for three
I just stood up and I mean it
I have better than that

A rock in my hand, a living mirror
The braided cover, of love…
I’ve got my eye, on you now, treasure

What will you do if the game keeps changing?
Will you die on the vine, choosing it over?
And when you bleed out, you’ll know better than that
And that you couldn’t take it

A rock in my hand, a living mirror
The braided cover, of love…
I’ve got my eye, on you now, treasure

A hand in time, that’s no miracle
The arrival of none, fan in the gallows
Now that is something
And when we need it, we’ll know better than that
And that we couldn’t beat it