"Beloved Beckons" is about the moment before a serious relationship might start, and the ecstatic torment that hangs between the choice to run away or give into love. In typical Dilly fashion, this song also spins into disarray when Sophia layers cyclical harmonies, vocal runs, and at some moments, screams(!) about "space, time, blood, and whatever's in store" as Ivan Cunningham (sax) similarly floats up and down the dorian scale with increasing zeal.
Lyrics
Inside of a tightrope
An ocean in the eye of a needle
Is where I wait
In the sting of a sunrise
Flickering in your eyes
Is where I wait
In forgotten violence
Endangered inner silence
Is where I wait
There you were
Suspended by some miracle
Took my breath away
I opened the blinds
The sun broke through my skin
She tucked inside her rays a sweet sadness
Lying somewhere between beauty and pain
Why hold back when the beloved beckons?
They’ll help you live and die, don’t you reckon?
We were born inside an open door
And we come back to haunt ourselves
Through clay, mud, bark, pollen, and spore
A canyon in a speck of dust
A fire in the deepest cave
Is where you wait
You were bathing in the moonlight
You were laughing at the midnight
Just to try and relate
We were a grain of sand
Children of the stardust land
Hurled into the real world
There I was, deciding between up or down
Did I take your breath away?
Locked inside a closet
Hibernating under dirty clothes
There lies the smell and beauty of your soul
Why hold back when the beloved beckons?
They’ll help you live and die, don’t you reckon?
We will die inside an open door
And then breathe new life
Through space, time, blood, and whatever’s in store
Whatever’s in store
Why wait when the beloved beckons?
Whatever’s in store
Why wait when the beloved beckons?
Whatever’s in store
Space, time, blood, and whatever’s in store
Clay, mud, bark, pollen, and spore
Space, time, blood, and whatever’s in store
Clay, mud, bark, pollen, and spore
Space, time, blood, and whatever’s in store
Clay, mud, bark, pollen, and spore
Space, time, blood, and whatever’s in store
Clay, mud, bark, pollen, and spore