Jon Mitchell

Blocks

Jon Mitchell


I can’t help it
It just pours out
All over the ground
I’m spilling sound
It mixes with water
And turns to mud
A splash of blood
And it’s ready
To be molded and made
It’s done

I built it out of blocks
It’s a portal to your thoughts
It’s a house with a living room
It’s an earth with a silver moon
It’s a record with 11 tunes
And I wrote them just for you
To see what you will do
When you come through

You have permission
To sing this song
At the top of your lungs
It’s never been sung
Until you sing it
Don’t just hum the tune
It’s me or the moon, you said
And I don’t know how to choose

Don’t you wonder why you dream so deep
You’re stealing all my sleep