Anna Madorsky

Lyrics

I dreamt you asked to meet me on the
warm coast of the Algerian Sea
In the paleness of morning, the slant of the light
told me winter was over

I woke up crying at the threshold of spring
with a terrible fear that sunshine would mean
exposing two worlds indistinctly contained
What order of space could remain?

But latitude, longitude, here in my skin
is moving me closer than I’ve ever been
A simple geography for me to find
a single dimension inside

The next time I dreamt of you I would cross
the mighty Atlantic with ships I had bought
A maritime master of fate I’d become
The next trip, I would not run

But latitude, longitude, here in my skin
is moving me closer than I’ve ever been
A simple geography for me to find
a single dimension inside

The last time I woke from turbulent seas
the water receded under my feet
meridians prime, axial tilt:
the blade of my natural hilt.
And as the ether and elements settle
into the core of one woman’s mettle
I stand on the ridge like an alchemist’s ghost
bidding the will of the coast

Now latitude, longitude, here in my skin
has moved me in closer than I’ve ever been
A simple geography for me to find
a single dimension inside

Elements
A single dimension inside
Latitude, longitude
I stand on the ridge like an alchemist’s ghost
bidding the will of the coast