Lydia Eve

A space for lyrics, poetry, and reflections on Childhood in Him


Lyrics

  • All the Ways (Nobody Knows)

    Listen here The first line of this song is one of the truest things I’ve ever written. I really wish I didn’t care so much about tiny details, especially when it comes to faith. I’ve noticed that in my own home and community, I often feel to relaxed about rules, but wherever I venture out,…

    All the Ways (Nobody Knows)
  • The Invitation

    Listen here Tell me, darling, what takes upWhat takes up the most space in your soul?Tell me, child, where do you feel crowded?I’ll come and take any load Tell me, dear, in what water you’re drowningTell me where you’ve lost hopeTell me where and I’ll comeBecause I’ve been there before so you don’t need to…

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    The Invitation
  • How I Imagine It

    A song of credulous hope Listen here Sunset, rain pourbare toes or Pellegrino Don’t care, take or leave it,but I do knowYou’ll be beaming beat skip whir humOh child of mine,I think but never sayGaps in the floorlike home but not the sameYou make my heartbeat skip whir humCommon and clear as a city lotbut…

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    How I Imagine It
  • Not a Promise of Mine

    An ode to the disappointment we find in each other and in ourselves. You know. But His forgiveness and grace covers all. Listen here We’re in the same boat nowwatching the words drownkeeping the score cards outbut both of us know nowthat it’s better this time aroundSome get a real bad handSome have a wheel…

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    Not a Promise of Mine
  • Propinquity

    pro·​pin·​qui·​tynoun1. nearness in place; proximity.2. nearness of relation; kinship.Listen here This is the system of treesreaching miles long and mingling undergroundSurfacing to the sun and dipping back downfor the new unfurling budThis is the song that plays every nightcross the ocean and far from homeKeep your head up, now don’t forget where you came fromMelodies…

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    Propinquity
  • Oh Well, We Made It

    This is a song about a labor of love, particularly the ending bit in which the laborer looks back and wonders if it was worth all the effort. Because often it is impossible to see through the dust kicked up in the wake of a race, no matter how well the race was run. But…

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    Oh Well, We Made It
  • Juneberry

    No one has ever invited me onto Genius to film an Official Lyrics and Meaning video, and they probably never will. But since I’ve been asked about the story behind my lyrics, here is one of my favorites. A few summers ago I was on a walk through a small local park where I practically…

    Juneberry